The Game - Enemy lyrics

[The Game - Enemy lyrics]

Scott Storch!

Pull it
Pull it. Don't Pull it if u ain't gonna use
It, Pull it, Pull it, Pull
It, Pull it, Pull it
Pull it
Pull it
Pull it. Don't Pull it if u ain't gonna use
It, Pull it, Pull it, Pull
It, Pull it, Pull it
Pull it

Big up, pick up, it's a stick up, stick up
Nobody do something to pick up pick up
Call 911, nobody pick up, pick
Cause the goverment don't care about

Niggas, Niggas
In the hood turn niggas to cop killers
Killers
We come through ridin' on
Them three wheelas
Wheelas
It kills to be killed in my village, village
For the love of the money, them cat pillars
Pillars
We run trough your hood like godzilla
Godzilla
With guns big enough to kill gorilla, gorilla

In the club we shinin'
Vivi es' diamonds
And we still bad boys like Mario Winans

We hotter than the fucking chinchilla, chilla
We strap but don't tell it to the squilla
Squilla
Them omkeinsta gangstas don't fill up
Fill up
Snitch boys get buck 50, and the grillem'
Grillem'

Enemy Line
Enemy Line. Don't be caught with your
Chopper in the enemy line
Enemy Line, Enemy Line, how there in Compton
The Enemy Line

Bullet, Bullet. Don't bullet if
U ain't gonna
Use her, bullet, bullet
Bullet, bullet, bullet
Bullet
Bullet, Bullet.Don't bullet if
U ain't gonna
Use her, bullet, bullet, bullet
Bullet

Coralian is the ultimate high
Who gon' stop shottas
The gun datters
They give me one more chance like BIG Poppa
To make it hotter
But who's hotter than a rude boy
That goes after rasta... faraian
Me and my entourage walk up in the
Party and smoke that bitch out like
A Ducati and I'm nicked to the
Nigga that pulls triggers like treasures
I push your blood klaat head
For that fucking Rolex

Then past the millimeter to left hand side
Rude boys never die, we multiply
Me and Damian Marley
Wyclef and the fugee homies in Kingston
(Big up, Big up the bad man them)

Twentytwo bullets
But not lettin' into England
Niggas starting to singing
Drama what we bring them
G-money makers, no time for the haters
Cause hustla in Jamacia, right in Jamaica

Bullet, Bullet. Don't bullet if
U ain't gonna
Use her, bullet, bullet
Bullet, bullet, bullet
Bullet
Bullet, Bullet.Don't bullet if
U ain't gonna
Use her, bullet, bullet, bullet
Bullet

Inna di ghetto with no food to eat and
No education got no school to teach and
Nuh shirt to back dem nuh have
Nuh shoes to feet and
All opportunities dem outta reach and
Pay close attention to the sounds of
(it?) and
The strong ah take advantage of the meek and
Silent too long without a voice to speak and
Everyday the same thing ah repeat and

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