The Enemy Lyrics

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I drive up and down Harlem blocks
Iced down medallions cops think I'm selling rocks
Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk
but I'm soberm they wouldn't **** with me if I drove a Nova

Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow
And what you make in a year I make in one show
Now you want to frisk me and search my ride
Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride

You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat
Pockets dumb fat, talkin' bout where the gun at
I been there and done that
I'm through with that illegal life I'm stayin' legit


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