4 My Enemies — текст песни (Hollow Tip)

[Hollow Tip]
I spend too many days... on the street
Too many nights wit heat
I got my mind right, heart strong
Quick on my feet, I never retreat
I write my lifestyle to the beat
I try to slow down
But I`m in this lifestyle too deep
I can`t sleep unless the Hennessy`s poppin`
My enemy`s plottin` to leave a nigga dead
Wit my memory forgotten
The streets is watchin`
Niggas is rottin`, bodies is droppin`
Heats is cockin`
Leavin` the ride or die option
Don`t I spend
Through the spot fulla eight block men
Rockin`, big jewels, we got it locked in
It ain`t no stoppin`
The way I do business wit a few killas
Got to shake a few niggas to get my true skrilla
But yo I`m back again
Throw away gats and Henn
Fly outta Sac and then
Come back wit scratch and film
I never scratch my Tims
When shit get rough and rugby
I guess the streets just love me
Or only God can judge me
These niggas try to mug me
They think I`m sippin` bubbly
But I`m just sippin` Henny
Ready to leave you bloody
The situation` ugly
These niggas wanna slug me
I`ll even fuck wit the pistol
And make you niggas love me

Yo this is 4 my enemies
You prayin` for me to fall
I`m a ball, for nothin` but y`all, stand tall
4 my enemies [4 my enemies]
Niggas payin` they bread to see me dead
Put two in my head for what I said
4 my enemies [4 my enemies]
You can suck my dick
I`d rather die wit the four-fifth
And die like a bitch
4 my enemies [4 my enemies]
You`ll never take me alive
I`m hard to survive
Ride-da-da-da-da-da [echoes out]

[Hollow Tip]
This is 4 my enemies
I see you plottin` and grinnin`
Tryna cock block the women
Bust shots in my linen
Stop pretendin`, you hated me from the beginnin`
And you still playa hatin` in the ninth innin`
So I`m a break it down
I never took it and don`t take it now
Slip in the clip
Dip, hit niggas wit fatal rounds
See I`m from California
We hustle on the corner
If I ain`t ridin` wit cha
My niggas ridin` on ya
And that`s just how it is
Fuck all that coward shit
These niggas gotta know it
I`m on a power trip
Who wanna make a move?
Who got some shit to prove?
Then bust your heater nigga
We ain`t got shit to lose
I wanna get it started
Come at you cold hearted
I`ll look you in yo eyes
Empty the whole cartridge
You gon` get it really
I think these niggas silly
Stab me in my back
So they can get the skrilly
My nigga light the philly
And we gon` ride to city
I`m comin` for that bitch nigga that ripped me
Try to hit me
But real niggas land on they feet
Northside, North High, for life, H Street

[Chorus] x 2

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