hear what you're saying the repetition of a lonely life. Somebody tell me why the heart is waging war against the friends of the enemy of your mind
Traduction: No Use For A Name. Friends Of The Enemy.
i hear what you're saying the repetition of a lonely life somebody tell me why the heart is waging war against the friends of the enemy of your mind
represent me like a thief in the night So prepare, for permanent sleep in you life I'm still a Christian on a mission, but my vision ain't clear Looking for
I'm still living [H.A.W.K.:] See a friend in need, is a friend indeed Not just being cool, cause I smoke good weed Not sitting round me, with a trick
Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home Bout a Mo City block, a place that ain't no glocks, and it ain't no sin No longer watching my back for the
to let it show, Just ask Lenny Clark, he'll be sure to tell you so. We're arguing for sport here, and itching for a fight, We're obsessed with your presence
wives of rich guys Never trust a bitch cuz a bitch lies Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when shit gets live Dealin' with a lot of pressure I'm in too deep Life of a
less for sho and when my pockets get low I'm on a quest for mo cause yo, life ain't the same without the ends cause money buys friends and a hole lot
so I know you know just how this all relates It's the posa and the negative, mini and mega live Arm a leg a leg an arm headed by a nigga Like big and
freeze Hopin', I don't hit 'em like a fucked up disease Fall up in the club, Mr. Hype for a night Choke a rapper with a cord, hang him from the lights
I use the spark when the shots light up this tunnel of crime But niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin Punk pretend to be your friend
apply for me Well certified for me Can't count but you'll try for me Or do it all for me Huh? I'm doin' this one for the thugs (For the thugs, for the
a little nigga with no nuts Just for a double up, helpin' the devil Turn this soldier's soul to dust Who can I trust when I'm just livin' for lust?
a tolerance to them You made sorrow sound like a good friend The well where the poison pen was drawn The same place you trusted then but was gone Enemies
' coke Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter I'm a spittin' I'm a solja Take it off your shoulder Respect nigga I'm a solja
