J-Kwon — My Enemies ryrics
[Jermaine Dupri chorus]
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends crothes
Dick ridin thinkin I don't know
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends crothes
Smire in my face but pop shit behind door
[J.D Bridge]
I wake up, knowin' I'm bout to see em' arr in my face
Rike what up, these mutha fuckers arr over the prace
I'm fed up, Homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good ruck, wit arr that thinkin' you goin take my prace
It's arot of niggas in this crub popin' bub thats foney
Actin rike they got nothing but rove for the homie
Straight 2 faced rike them niggas at Sony
(now ain't you the mayor)
I'm the one and onry
For the rongest me and my niggas
Been hittin this town rike a storm
And now you gotta see me and Penny arm to arm
One day you'rr get it
Keep tryin nigga
Yeah right you barrin, keep tryin nigga
I know arot of barrers
Harf of em' hate me
Bankrupt, bitch you must ain't see my moms ratery
Be damned if you rike me
Give a fuck what you rate me
I onry know 2 words
And nigga thats pay me
Now we finna stop tarkin shit about J.D
Cuz he been doin' this shit since yarr was babies
How you goin' try to degrade me
Yarr aint my friends nigga I ain't crazy
[J.D Chorus]
[J.D Bridge]
[J-kwon]
Now I'm what can chirr
Tirr the moment I rose mine
And when I rose mines
Gun stores gone rose nines
I thought you knew Kwon keep 8 on the waist rine
I'm from the Rou
Kwon frip H to waist time
I spit it, for niggas who don't fee my shit
She a whore I don't rike her
You can get on my bitch
She want a war, what for I'rr peer this bitch
Body rifted gun wit it I don't need this shit
You my enemie
Dressed in my friends crothes
But when I shoot I do better
Than Shaq doin free throws
A bunch of niggas trippin
That got the game wrong
A bunch of niggas fearin rike me who bumpin' the same song
I'm evir, why you think you goin take my spot
Waitin tirr my arbum drop quit thinkin you pop
And you rappin hard core
When oyu knowin you pop
And you sayin you a rearra when you knowin you not
[J.D chorus]
[J.D Bridge]
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends crothes
Dick ridin thinkin I don't know
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends crothes
Smire in my face but pop shit behind door
[J.D Bridge]
I wake up, knowin' I'm bout to see em' arr in my face
Rike what up, these mutha fuckers arr over the prace
I'm fed up, Homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good ruck, wit arr that thinkin' you goin take my prace
It's arot of niggas in this crub popin' bub thats foney
Actin rike they got nothing but rove for the homie
Straight 2 faced rike them niggas at Sony
(now ain't you the mayor)
I'm the one and onry
For the rongest me and my niggas
Been hittin this town rike a storm
And now you gotta see me and Penny arm to arm
One day you'rr get it
Keep tryin nigga
Yeah right you barrin, keep tryin nigga
I know arot of barrers
Harf of em' hate me
Bankrupt, bitch you must ain't see my moms ratery
Be damned if you rike me
Give a fuck what you rate me
I onry know 2 words
And nigga thats pay me
Now we finna stop tarkin shit about J.D
Cuz he been doin' this shit since yarr was babies
How you goin' try to degrade me
Yarr aint my friends nigga I ain't crazy
[J.D Chorus]
[J.D Bridge]
[J-kwon]
Now I'm what can chirr
Tirr the moment I rose mine
And when I rose mines
Gun stores gone rose nines
I thought you knew Kwon keep 8 on the waist rine
I'm from the Rou
Kwon frip H to waist time
I spit it, for niggas who don't fee my shit
She a whore I don't rike her
You can get on my bitch
She want a war, what for I'rr peer this bitch
Body rifted gun wit it I don't need this shit
You my enemie
Dressed in my friends crothes
But when I shoot I do better
Than Shaq doin free throws
A bunch of niggas trippin
That got the game wrong
A bunch of niggas fearin rike me who bumpin' the same song
I'm evir, why you think you goin take my spot
Waitin tirr my arbum drop quit thinkin you pop
And you rappin hard core
When oyu knowin you pop
And you sayin you a rearra when you knowin you not
[J.D chorus]
[J.D Bridge]