The Jacka & Ampichino - d**h 2 My Enemies lyrics

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The Jacka & Ampichino - d**h 2 My Enemies lyrics

[The Jacka] Just tryin' to protect my nigs, on some mob sh** We'll never let you win, rep the projects now Everything out here, just not sense You was never the I swear, we monsters Stab me in the face you won't make it through the night 30 on his waist but he still lost his life I was down south down in the deep Ridin' with a pure round house on my seat n***as that I grew up with, been knew I'm nice You ain't got no kicks, Kimbo Slice [Ampichino] We pull up in convertibles to murder you Eat beef like burgers my n***as ain't never heard of you Innocent youth, then pulled a Glock on ya Gangster and a gentlemen move coke at the opera You think that's what's poppin' because it's popular Use chops to rock him, baby I'm in the mafia Shock him with a tec, take a ride through the 'jects Devilz Rejectz, I'll die for respect You can be next, cuz we was poverty stricken That's why my trap do numbers, like lottery tickets Summer after summer, it's hot in the kitchen I try to tell my little n***as, but they not finna listen f** it, grab the duffle, dropped him a chicken Watch him break it down in zips straight to the block and then pitch it No shoppin' and kickin' it, no boppin' with b**hes Got hop, off top, I gave the block the bidness [Lil Rue] Now when them vans pull up and them n***as start runnin' Shells start droppin' and you n***as start duckin' Bullets hit ya body and heart stop pumpin' I ride with all gangsters, sippin' on my tussin' You n***as say they all gangsta, but they really all bluffin' I got n***as younger than me that'll knock you off for nothin' I ride and slide in lowkey, steady s**a duckin' Young fly n***a got the little chicken cluckin' It's f**ed up goin' against a n***a with nothin' to lose But you n***as actin' tough like you got somethin' to prove Shoe lace around my neck yeah I'm stuntin' the Uz I play the game how it goes, I just follow the rules I was 13 with 22s in my, shoe, the only n***a rockin' a pistol in middle school In the night, I be high as 3 [?] I ain't gotta talk I'll let the choppa speak for me

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