Enemy Lyrics
| Song | Enemy |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | Lethal Injection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro： | |
| Every january 16th, it's 'the dreamer, the dreamer.' | |
| And all of you say, 'i have a dream; the dreamer.' | |
| And what did he dream?it stuck him right there. | |
| And little black boys, and little white girls | |
| Will one day hold hands together. | |
| ******t. | |
| Is that where it's at?is that where it's at now? | |
| Them little blacks hands are yours. | |
| You can't hold the black brothers' hands? | |
| But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands | |
| Before you hold each other's hands? | |
| You gonna walk with your enemy | |
| Before you learn to walk with one another? | |
| How sick can you be? | |
| (enemy) | |
| Verse one: | |
| Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot | |
| Where you gonna go when i wanna kill bloodclot | |
| Supercat said that the ghetto red hot | |
| Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot | |
| Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it | |
| Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it | |
| Listen what i say after 1995 not one death will be alive | |
| God will survive, him protect the civilized | |
| Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies? | |
| Not me, not me | |
| Me never eat from the tree with the apple | |
| I'd rather have a snapple | |
| Do you know where you're going to | |
| Do you know where you're runnin from | |
| Scared of the sun, i live in the sun | |
| You shrivel up like a raisin | |
| And burn like the blunt that i'm blazin | |
| Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats | |
| Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets | |
| Out number you somethin like 15 to 3 | |
| See, don't love your enemy | |
| Chorus | |
| Enemies, enemy runnin from the g | |
| Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy | |
| Enemies, enemy, when will i see? | |
| Enemies, enemy r.i.p. | |
| Verse two: | |
| Where you gonna run when god wanna do ya? | |
| J. edgar hoover, i wish i woulda knew ya | |
| With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire | |
| Me not afraid, cause me know elijah | |
| Goin to the east but straight from the westside | |
| Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride | |
| Through the fire, through the fire that will please us | |
| I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus | |
| Devil don't you know i'm a soldier? | |
| In god's name and the baby claim i'm gonna hold ya | |
| Like folger's crystals feds | |
| I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez | |
| You don't care if me die from the cracka | |
| You don't care if me have a heart attacka | |
| You don't care if me get car jacka | |
| You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka | |
| Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play | |
| 'freedom got an ak,' them guerilla say | |
| Bobby seale said, 'please make it rough, bro' | |
| When god give the word, me herd like the buffalo | |
| Through your neighborhood, watch me blast | |
| Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass | |
| You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me | |
| Now you're just a enemy | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Now i change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up | |
| Just to trouble you, throwin out the w | |
| Sent me a subpoena | |
| Cause i kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina | |
| Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet | |
| With the heavy a to the mutha****** k | |
| Now you treat me like a germ | |
| Cause your scared of the su - per sperm | |
| Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes | |
| The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies | |
| Nappy head ****** with the bone in his nose | |
| Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes | |
| But i don't wanna, i've been to cona | |
| From the cave****** with the nasty persona | |
| Hit me with the big black billy club | |
| Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub | |
| Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub | |
| And it's really scary, now they're in the military | |
| Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah, | |
| Bible, holy qur'an | |
| Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon | |
| And the brother ron 2x, so who's next? | |
| (devil) | |
| With dub c, brother g | |
| Crazy toons is a crazy **** ready for the enemy | |
| High off the hennesy | |
| Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee | |
| West l.a., what the hell can i say? | |
| ******s wanna play, each and every day | |
| Pass me the pill, a ****** shoot the j | |
| Rougher than the roughest rough mutha******a, had enough mutha******a? | |
| Handcuff this mutha******a with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper | |
| Grab his ******, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her | |
| They call me thumper cause i thump til it hurt | |
| Knock your ****** in the dirt, puttin in work | |
| Master farad muhammad comin like a comet | |
| When they see em, they all start to vomit | |
| 1995, elijah is alive | |
| Lewis farrakhan, noi | |
| Bloods and crips and little ol me | |
| And we all gettin ready for the enemy |
| Intro: | |
| Every january 16th, it' s ' the dreamer, the dreamer.' | |
| And all of you say, ' i have a dream the dreamer.' | |
| And what did he dream? it stuck him right there. | |
| And little black boys, and little white girls | |
| Will one day hold hands together. | |
| t. | |
| Is that where it' s at? is that where it' s at now? | |
| Them little blacks hands are yours. | |
| You can' t hold the black brothers' hands? | |
| But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands | |
| Before you hold each other' s hands? | |
| You gonna walk with your enemy | |
| Before you learn to walk with one another? | |
| How sick can you be? | |
| enemy | |
| Verse one: | |
| Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot | |
| Where you gonna go when i wanna kill bloodclot | |
| Supercat said that the ghetto red hot | |
| Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot | |
| Nappyheaded, nodreded look where ya read it | |
| Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it | |
| Listen what i say after 1995 not one death will be alive | |
| God will survive, him protect the civilized | |
| Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies? | |
| Not me, not me | |
| Me never eat from the tree with the apple | |
| I' d rather have a snapple | |
| Do you know where you' re going to | |
| Do you know where you' re runnin from | |
| Scared of the sun, i live in the sun | |
| You shrivel up like a raisin | |
| And burn like the blunt that i' m blazin | |
| Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats | |
| Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets | |
| Out number you somethin like 15 to 3 | |
| See, don' t love your enemy | |
| Chorus | |
| Enemies, enemy runnin from the g | |
| Enemies, enemy, you' re my enemy | |
| Enemies, enemy, when will i see? | |
| Enemies, enemy r. i. p. | |
| Verse two: | |
| Where you gonna run when god wanna do ya? | |
| J. edgar hoover, i wish i woulda knew ya | |
| With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire | |
| Me not afraid, cause me know elijah | |
| Goin to the east but straight from the westside | |
| Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride | |
| Through the fire, through the fire that will please us | |
| I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus | |
| Devil don' t you know i' m a soldier? | |
| In god' s name and the baby claim i' m gonna hold ya | |
| Like folger' s crystals feds | |
| I' ma pick your ass like juan valdez | |
| You don' t care if me die from the cracka | |
| You don' t care if me have a heart attacka | |
| You don' t care if me get car jacka | |
| You don' t care cause you' re nothing but a cracka | |
| Now it' s judgement day, and allah' ll never play | |
| ' freedom got an ak,' them guerilla say | |
| Bobby seale said, ' please make it rough, bro' | |
| When god give the word, me herd like the buffalo | |
| Through your neighborhood, watch me blast | |
| Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass | |
| You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me | |
| Now you' re just a enemy | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Now i change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up | |
| Just to trouble you, throwin out the w | |
| Sent me a subpoena | |
| Cause i kill more crackas then bosnia, herze govina | |
| Each and every day out a siztre chevrolet | |
| With the heavy a to the mutha k | |
| Now you treat me like a germ | |
| Cause your scared of the su per sperm | |
| Please don' t bust til you see, the whites of his eyes | |
| The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies | |
| Nappy head with the bone in his nose | |
| Ya scared i' ma put this bone in your hoes | |
| But i don' t wanna, i' ve been to cona | |
| From the cave with the nasty persona | |
| Hit me with the big black billy club | |
| Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub | |
| Three men in the tub, rubadubdub | |
| And it' s really scary, now they' re in the military | |
| Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah, | |
| Bible, holy qur' an | |
| Once again it' s on, got the hollow point teflon | |
| And the brother ron 2x, so who' s next? | |
| devil | |
| With dub c, brother g | |
| Crazy toons is a crazy ready for the enemy | |
| High off the hennesy | |
| Hundred ten degree, no it' s not tennesee | |
| West l. a., what the hell can i say? | |
| s wanna play, each and every day | |
| Pass me the pill, a shoot the j | |
| Rougher than the roughest rough mutha a, had enough mutha a? | |
| Handcuff this mutha a with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper | |
| Grab his , dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her | |
| They call me thumper cause i thump til it hurt | |
| Knock your in the dirt, puttin in work | |
| Master farad muhammad comin like a comet | |
| When they see em, they all start to vomit | |
| 1995, elijah is alive | |
| Lewis farrakhan, noi | |
| Bloods and crips and little ol me | |
| And we all gettin ready for the enemy |
| Intro: | |
| Every january 16th, it' s ' the dreamer, the dreamer.' | |
| And all of you say, ' i have a dream the dreamer.' | |
| And what did he dream? it stuck him right there. | |
| And little black boys, and little white girls | |
| Will one day hold hands together. | |
| t. | |
| Is that where it' s at? is that where it' s at now? | |
| Them little blacks hands are yours. | |
| You can' t hold the black brothers' hands? | |
| But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands | |
| Before you hold each other' s hands? | |
| You gonna walk with your enemy | |
| Before you learn to walk with one another? | |
| How sick can you be? | |
| enemy | |
| Verse one: | |
| Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot | |
| Where you gonna go when i wanna kill bloodclot | |
| Supercat said that the ghetto red hot | |
| Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot | |
| Nappyheaded, nodreded look where ya read it | |
| Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it | |
| Listen what i say after 1995 not one death will be alive | |
| God will survive, him protect the civilized | |
| Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies? | |
| Not me, not me | |
| Me never eat from the tree with the apple | |
| I' d rather have a snapple | |
| Do you know where you' re going to | |
| Do you know where you' re runnin from | |
| Scared of the sun, i live in the sun | |
| You shrivel up like a raisin | |
| And burn like the blunt that i' m blazin | |
| Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats | |
| Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets | |
| Out number you somethin like 15 to 3 | |
| See, don' t love your enemy | |
| Chorus | |
| Enemies, enemy runnin from the g | |
| Enemies, enemy, you' re my enemy | |
| Enemies, enemy, when will i see? | |
| Enemies, enemy r. i. p. | |
| Verse two: | |
| Where you gonna run when god wanna do ya? | |
| J. edgar hoover, i wish i woulda knew ya | |
| With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire | |
| Me not afraid, cause me know elijah | |
| Goin to the east but straight from the westside | |
| Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride | |
| Through the fire, through the fire that will please us | |
| I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus | |
| Devil don' t you know i' m a soldier? | |
| In god' s name and the baby claim i' m gonna hold ya | |
| Like folger' s crystals feds | |
| I' ma pick your ass like juan valdez | |
| You don' t care if me die from the cracka | |
| You don' t care if me have a heart attacka | |
| You don' t care if me get car jacka | |
| You don' t care cause you' re nothing but a cracka | |
| Now it' s judgement day, and allah' ll never play | |
| ' freedom got an ak,' them guerilla say | |
| Bobby seale said, ' please make it rough, bro' | |
| When god give the word, me herd like the buffalo | |
| Through your neighborhood, watch me blast | |
| Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass | |
| You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me | |
| Now you' re just a enemy | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Now i change my style up, my style up, bodies pile up | |
| Just to trouble you, throwin out the w | |
| Sent me a subpoena | |
| Cause i kill more crackas then bosnia, herze govina | |
| Each and every day out a siztre chevrolet | |
| With the heavy a to the mutha k | |
| Now you treat me like a germ | |
| Cause your scared of the su per sperm | |
| Please don' t bust til you see, the whites of his eyes | |
| The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies | |
| Nappy head with the bone in his nose | |
| Ya scared i' ma put this bone in your hoes | |
| But i don' t wanna, i' ve been to cona | |
| From the cave with the nasty persona | |
| Hit me with the big black billy club | |
| Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub | |
| Three men in the tub, rubadubdub | |
| And it' s really scary, now they' re in the military | |
| Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah, | |
| Bible, holy qur' an | |
| Once again it' s on, got the hollow point teflon | |
| And the brother ron 2x, so who' s next? | |
| devil | |
| With dub c, brother g | |
| Crazy toons is a crazy ready for the enemy | |
| High off the hennesy | |
| Hundred ten degree, no it' s not tennesee | |
| West l. a., what the hell can i say? | |
| s wanna play, each and every day | |
| Pass me the pill, a shoot the j | |
| Rougher than the roughest rough mutha a, had enough mutha a? | |
| Handcuff this mutha a with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper | |
| Grab his , dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her | |
| They call me thumper cause i thump til it hurt | |
| Knock your in the dirt, puttin in work | |
| Master farad muhammad comin like a comet | |
| When they see em, they all start to vomit | |
| 1995, elijah is alive | |
| Lewis farrakhan, noi | |
| Bloods and crips and little ol me | |
| And we all gettin ready for the enemy |
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