My Enemies (Skit)

(albüm: Ruff Ryder's First Lady - 1999)

Uh, what? What? Huh

My enemies, my enemies
All of y'all is my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Player-haters, my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies

Yo, yo, yo
Crack-ass can't bother me
Watch me get money with the double R team
Niggas be scheming about robbing me
Chicks mad they ain't got this job like me
Money making bitch called E-V-E
Million dollar itch, nigga can't stop me
Used to be broke and you used to love me
On tour, now you don't fuck with me

My enemies, my enemies
All of y'all is my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Player-haters, my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies

Uh, uh, huh, huh
Yo, yo, yo
Up late night, wanting to sleep
Thoughts of cats on their late night creeps
'Cause of my relations with someone on peep
You should've kept it real and you would've been with me
You're still on the corner with Smoke and them
Still making plans about smoking them
Stupid, running around and be poking them
Could've been on stage and not smoking dope with them

My enemies, my enemies
All of y'all is my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Player-haters, my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies

You wanna fuck, you wanna fuck, you wanna fuck
But you can't fuck Eve
You wanna fuck, you wanna fuck, you wanna fuck
But you can't fuck Eve
You wanna fuck, you wanna fuck, you wanna fuck
But you can't fuck Eve
You wanna fuck, you wanna fuck, you wanna fuck
But you can't fuck Eve