| Song | My Enemies |
| Artist | J-Kwon |
| Artist | Jermaine Dupri |
| Album | Hood Hop |
| 作曲 : Dupri, Jones, Phillips | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don't know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| I wake up knowin' | |
| I'm bout to see 'em all in my face | |
| Like wat up? | |
| These mutha****ers all over the place | |
| I'm fed up homie | |
| I'm angry and | |
| I need me my space | |
| And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place | |
| So a lotta niggas in this club popin' bub that's phony | |
| Actin' like they got nothin' but love for the homie | |
| Straight two face, they like them niggas at | |
| SonyNow ain't you the mayor? | |
| I'm the one and only | |
| For the longest me and my niggas been hittin' | |
| This town like a storm | |
| And now you gotta see me and penny arm to arm | |
| One day you don't get it, keep tryin' nigga | |
| Ya right you ballin', keep lyin' nigga | |
| I know a llot a ballers, half of 'em hatin' me | |
| Bankrupt bitch you must ain't see my moms lately | |
| Be damned if you like me, give a **** what you rate me | |
| I only know two words the nigga thats payin' me | |
| Now we fin stop talkin' shit about | |
| J.D'Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies | |
| How you goin' try to degrade me? | |
| Yall ain't my friends think | |
| I ain't crazy | |
| My enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don't know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don't know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| I wake up knowin' | |
| I'm 'bout to see'em all in my face | |
| Like wat up? | |
| These mutha****ers all over the place | |
| I'm fed up homie | |
| I'm angry and | |
| I need me my space | |
| And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place | |
| Now I'ma chicka chill till the moment | |
| I lose mine | |
| And when I lose mine gun stores gonna lose nines | |
| I thought you knew | |
| Kwon keep eight on the waist line | |
| I'm from the | |
| Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time | |
| I spit it for nigga so you don't feel my shit | |
| She a whore | |
| I don't like her you can kill my bitch | |
| You wanna war what for | |
| I peel this bitch | |
| Body lifted, nothin' with it | |
| I don't need this shit | |
| You my enemy dressed in my friends clothes | |
| But when there's a shoot out | |
| You do better than | |
| Shaq do with free throws | |
| A bunch of niggas trippin' they got the game wrong | |
| A bunch of niggas feelin' like me who bumpin' the same song | |
| I'm evil, why you thinkin' you gonna take my spot? | |
| Waitin' till my album drop, quit thinkin' you | |
| PacAnd you rappin' hardcore and you knowin' you pop | |
| And you sayin' you a realer when you knowin' you not | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don't know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don't know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| I wake up knowin' | |
| I'm bout to see 'em all in my face | |
| Like wat up? | |
| These mutha****ers all over the place | |
| I'm fed up homie | |
| I'm angry and | |
| I need me my space | |
| And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place | |
| They my enemies |
| zuò qǔ : Dupri, Jones, Phillips | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don' t know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| I wake up knowin' | |
| I' m bout to see ' em all in my face | |
| Like wat up? | |
| These mutha ers all over the place | |
| I' m fed up homie | |
| I' m angry and | |
| I need me my space | |
| And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place | |
| So a lotta niggas in this club popin' bub that' s phony | |
| Actin' like they got nothin' but love for the homie | |
| Straight two face, they like them niggas at | |
| SonyNow ain' t you the mayor? | |
| I' m the one and only | |
| For the longest me and my niggas been hittin' | |
| This town like a storm | |
| And now you gotta see me and penny arm to arm | |
| One day you don' t get it, keep tryin' nigga | |
| Ya right you ballin', keep lyin' nigga | |
| I know a llot a ballers, half of ' em hatin' me | |
| Bankrupt bitch you must ain' t see my moms lately | |
| Be damned if you like me, give a what you rate me | |
| I only know two words the nigga thats payin' me | |
| Now we fin stop talkin' shit about | |
| J. D' Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies | |
| How you goin' try to degrade me? | |
| Yall ain' t my friends think | |
| I ain' t crazy | |
| My enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don' t know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don' t know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| I wake up knowin' | |
| I' m ' bout to see' em all in my face | |
| Like wat up? | |
| These mutha ers all over the place | |
| I' m fed up homie | |
| I' m angry and | |
| I need me my space | |
| And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place | |
| Now I' ma chicka chill till the moment | |
| I lose mine | |
| And when I lose mine gun stores gonna lose nines | |
| I thought you knew | |
| Kwon keep eight on the waist line | |
| I' m from the | |
| Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time | |
| I spit it for nigga so you don' t feel my shit | |
| She a whore | |
| I don' t like her you can kill my bitch | |
| You wanna war what for | |
| I peel this bitch | |
| Body lifted, nothin' with it | |
| I don' t need this shit | |
| You my enemy dressed in my friends clothes | |
| But when there' s a shoot out | |
| You do better than | |
| Shaq do with free throws | |
| A bunch of niggas trippin' they got the game wrong | |
| A bunch of niggas feelin' like me who bumpin' the same song | |
| I' m evil, why you thinkin' you gonna take my spot? | |
| Waitin' till my album drop, quit thinkin' you | |
| PacAnd you rappin' hardcore and you knowin' you pop | |
| And you sayin' you a realer when you knowin' you not | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don' t know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Ridin' thinkin' | |
| I don' t know | |
| They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes | |
| Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors | |
| I wake up knowin' | |
| I' m bout to see ' em all in my face | |
| Like wat up? | |
| These mutha ers all over the place | |
| I' m fed up homie | |
| I' m angry and | |
| I need me my space | |
| And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place | |
| They my enemies |