Saigon - Enemies lyrics

When I first met you I thought that you
And I was friends to the end
People told me men you befriended
Just went to the pen
But, I ain’t listen to them
Cause you promised
As long as I fuck with you I
Never be in the same position again
Like you said they just jealous cuz we
Gone get rich and they not
They work a lot, we play the block
Still got more than they got
Cousin guzzling henny high
People say if I keep fucking with you
I subsequently die, end up with twenty five
They claiming you claim many lives
With semi nines with guys, innocent ladies
Babies of any size
Nah I knew it wasn’t the truth
Cuz they ain’t have nothing for proof
They even blamed you for dozens
Of youths of substance abuse
What kinda crap is that? Everybody knows that
Crackers bought crack to our habitat
To attack the Latins and Blacks
Never mind that fact
Something I know is wrong
You was there when my hopeless mom put
Me out in the coldest storm
Even though you did introduce me
To smoking tron and
Totin' arms You welcomed Saigon
With open arms that’s all I could focus on
The reason I wrote this explosive song
To show even the closest bond, gets torn
You tricked me all along
You had me thinking you was my friend
You never loved Saigon
With friends like you who needs enemies
Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedys
You had a nigga ass up in the penitentiary
With friends like you who needs enemies

Not only smoking Newport cigs and guzzling
Whole 40's with one swig
You taught the kid more than any
School in New York did
Teachers teaching me social studies
But wasn’t there for Saigon to cry on
After the wakes of my closest buddies
I was grew up, I depicted
This picture too up
Was I just a fool or just too young
Or strung on the booze that you brung
Snatch my soul, put a hole in it
Grab my mind took control of it
Made my heart as cold as
The home of the Bolsheviks
Funny when you wasn’t around
It wasn't no incidents let you tell it
All of that was simply coincidence
That’s a thesis I doubt
‘fore I met you I wasn’t
Kick Theresas eye out
Or had the police at my house
I wouldn’t have needed ki's to fly south
Murder rap would never ease from my mouth
I probably be at peace with myself
Probably think what you did to me was sweet
Laughing at me like Kee-Kee-Kee for falling
For your trickery and deceit
Don’t flatter yourself
It don’t take a genius to spell thug
Convince a kid at the mere age
Of twelve to sell drugs if you really had g
You'd have them white kids like you had me
It was they great granddaddies
That created you Daddy
They was the ones that flooded you
With gats and liquor stores
Macs, pimps with the whores
That trade cash for intercourse
And of course these young niggas
Stay sucking you off but, I know the truth
So poof I’m cutting you off

You did this to me you did this to me, man
You know what? A lot of times we grow
Up thinking the streets is our friend
You know what I'm sayin'
The streets ain't your motherfucking
Friend young blood take it from me, man
I been in the streets
My whole motherfucking life
And I ain't get nothin' but pain, death, jail