2Pac – Enemies With Me (OG) feat. Live Squad, Dramacydal, Sh’Killa
Date: 1993/1994 (unconfirmed)
Producer: Live Squad
Studio: Soundcastle Studios, Los Angeles, California
Mixed & Released: R.U. Still Down?’s Album
Lyrics:
(Tupac talking)
Young Thugs in this motherfucker
Don’t break up the fight, let ’em rumble
Hahaha
Don’t make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfucker’s they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
(Verse One: Tupac)
Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what’s necessary
Niggas wanna see me buried
Worried, if you coming hurry
I ain’t going down fuck the world I’m a thug
Tell ’em, can’t nothing stop me but a slug
I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rocking
Putting money in my pocket nationwide baller
Bitch nigga I’m prepared to die, before I fry
I hit the weed so I be forever high
My eyes have seen so much of misery
So before I flee
I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed
Bitches don’t wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell ’em bury me a G on everything I love
And fuck the law cause the raw niggas ain’t free
This picture’s clear but we can’t see
Ha ha ha
This game is jealousy, don’t let ’em change ya’
That’s what they keep on telling me, mother fuck the fame
I can’t sleep cause I keep hearing peeps loaded
Mossberg wrapped in my sheets
Don’t make enemies with me
(Chorus)
I try to tell these motherfucker’s they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
Rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfucker’s they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
Fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me
(Verse Two: Stretch)
You niggas got nerve to try to run up on the King
If niggas is strapped, I’ll kill your whole family
Million dollar fee
The pressure on, word is bond I’m a lunatic
Loading my gun quick
And Maj’ got the extra clip
(Majesty)
You got the Ratchet, I got my vest on
Mac-11 cocked back, knowing we’ll be pressing on
Bitch niggas, and snitched niggas get whacked
When the Drama like to pop off
Only my brother got my fucking back
(Stretch)
So nigga don’t let the fucking world know all your enemies
I stay on point with my joint cause I’m getting Ki’d
(Majesty)
And don’t you niggas get no thoughts cause I be a G
I can’t be touched can’t you see
Don’t make enemies with me
(Chorus)
(Verse Three: Mutah)
The game’s getting
Deeper with this I couldn’t stop, I’m reminiscing
And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing
(K-Dogg)
Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain’t have to start
Now therefore they gotta sleep in dark
Played the part with heart
When we spark they part
Running silly through the park
(Mutah)
They don’t really wanna start
(How you wanna do?)
Yo K, anyway
These motherfucker’s wanna play we can do it all day
So I stay
(K-Dogg)
Sipping on my array to keep my head fine
And I’m where? Everywhere from here to bedtime
(Yeah nigga)
(Mutah)
And I squeeze when I see they coming
Straight gunning on enemies if it’s really me that they wanting
(K-Dogg)
Cause it ain’t nothing, Y’all niggas is fronting
Do you really want it?
Niggas dying tonight
Don’t make enemies with me
(Chorus)
(Verse Four: Big Malc)
Check it, uh
Now, in ’94
Niggas get bust through the door
Caught up in a flash sitting on that ass (And rarely fold)
Get ready to tell ’em bout that trife shit
(Young Hollywood)
You wanna fight?
I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch
(Big Malc)
A nigga struggle too hard for what I got
Hustle
(Young Hollywood)
And doubled every fucking yard that I cop and stop
Hell no, I couldn’t see it
Facing a century in the penitentiary but so be it
(Big Malc)
And Jesus couldn’t help me out the state
(Young Hollywood)
Prepare for an early date
To see my fate at the pearly gate
But wait
(No time for stalling)
But death is calling
(Big Malc)
You wanna stomp on it somebody’s gotta start falling
(True, what I do from sun up
Is for a come up
(Wake up with my gun up)
Cause when I sleep that’s when they run up
(So It’s time to spray like Ray
And put the freeze on these fake Gs)
You know how we do
Don’t make enemies with me
Ha ha
(Chorus)
(Verse Five: Sh’killa)
My enemies you don’t want a piece of me
I blow up the spot make your shit more hot
My gun sprays all ways when erasing your face
I make ya’ one inched stacked as I whip out the Gat
?? victim while I’m ?? out anger
I rip out ya’ vocal cords with just a hanger (Snitch)
I manage then I damage for I’ll behaviour
I make ya’ want to go see a ?
As I’m beating down ya’ wife
I rip out her vocal cords ?? tonight
And I don’t think you want to fight
Put the gun down if ya’ want ya’ life
Don’t make enemies with me
(Chorus)
What nigga? Young motherfucking thugs, let’s out do it
Don’t make enemies with me nigga
Y’all better fuck with these other niggas
And I don’t see it
Don’t make enemies with me
Motherfucker’s is fatal nigga
I swear by the Gods
Don’t make enemies with me nigga
Niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards
Don’t make enemies with me
It’s for all these motherfucker’s that’s swearing to God
That they be doing something
Don’t make enemies with me
That they touching something
That they being something
Y’all niggas ain’t shit
That’s on my mama bring the drama, nigga
Young Thugs, fuck the drugs
These niggas making records, y’all niggas best to check it
Cause y’all gonna get yo asshole tore
They tearing patches out you niggas ass
All y’all niggas, I don’t give a fuck who you running with
This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker
Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfucker’s
Y’all better feel this shit, don’t make enemies with these niggas
You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God
We running through, smile from handshake
