2Pac – Enemies With Me Lyrics

Enemies With Me

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"Enemies With Me." - 2Pac

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 08:15 pm

Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Track No: 07

Who make enemies with me?
Who make enemies with me?
Don't take my criminal experiences legendary
I do what's necessary
**** wanna see me very worried
If you comin', hurry
I ain't goin' down
Fuck the world
I'm a thug
Tell the gang that it's nothin' but a slug
I went from drug dealin' to a shot caller
From off the block
No longer rock
And puttin' money in my pocket, next some wild baller
Bitch ****, I'm prepared to die before I fry
I hit the weed so I before behind my eyes
See so much of misery
So before I flee
I open fire like the Lord pick the first to bleed
Bitches don't wanna see me leave
For all the thuggin'
Tell 'em to bother me a G on everything I love
And fuck the law 'cause the rob **** ain't free
This picture's clear but we can't see
This game is jealousy
Don't let 'em change
That's what they keep on tellin' me
Motherfucker thing
I can't sleep 'cause I keep
Hearing peeps floated my spur
Wrapped in my G
Don't make enemies with me
Tryna tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Rather fuck with these other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me, ****
Now try to tell these muhfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
The fuck with these other little G's
The game is gettin'
Diva with this, I couldn't stop
I'm reminescin'
And havin' flashbacks when them **** came up missin'
Wish in my heart
These ****, they ain't had to start
That there four, they gotta see the door
Play the part with heart
When they spar, they par
Runnin' silly through the park
They ain't really wanna start
How you wanna do?
Yo K and Wayde
These motherfuckers wanna play
We can do it all day
So I say
Sippin' on my rain and keep my head firm
Ain't nowhere, everywhere from here to bedtime
And I squeeze when I see 'em comin'
Straight comin' on enemies if it's really me that they wantin'
'Cause it ain't nothin'
Y'all **** is frontin'
Do you really want it?
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these muhfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Would rather fuck with these other little G's
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these muhfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
We'd rather fuck with these other little G's
Don't make enemies with me
Now in '94 **** could bust through the door
Copped in a flash
Sittin' on that ass
It rarely fold
Could let her tell about that tricep
You wanna fight, I wanna light shit
You lose your life
'Cause I make her struggle too hard for what I got
Hustle and doubled every fuckin' yard that I copped
And stop
Hell, naw I couldn't see it
Facin' the century in the penitentiary
But so be it
Jesus couldn't help me out this day
Prepare me for an early date
To see my fate at the pearly gate
Oh, wait
No time for stallin'
But death is callin'
You wanna stop ballin'?
Somebody's gotta start for him
What I do from sun up
It's 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 G's
You know how we do
Don't make enemies with me
Don't make enemies with me
Just rather fuck with these other little G's
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other little G's
Don't make enemies with me

Writer(s): 2Pac, Malcolm Greenidge, K. Cox, Yafeu Fula, Mutah Beale, Randy Walker, C. WALKER, David Spradley, Steve Arrington, R. Parker, C Carter, George Clinton & Garry Shider.

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