(feat. Dramacydal)
[2Pac]


Young Thugs in this mother$#&@er
Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble
Don't make enemies with me

I Try to tell these mother$#&@ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me


Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what's necessary
^!$$%s wanna see me burried

Worried, if you coming hurried
I ain't going down, $#&@ the world I'm a thug
Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug

I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rock
And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller

(*##$ ^!$$% I'm prepared to die, Before I fry
I hit the weed so I be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee

I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed
(*##$es don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love

And $#&@ the law 'cause the raw ^!$$%s ain't free
This picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha
This game is jealousy, Don't let 'em change

That's what they keep on telling me, mother$#&@ the fame
I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps
? wrapped in my sheets


Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these mother$#&@ers they ain't see

Don't make enemies with me
Rather $#&@ with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me, ^!$$%

I try to tell these mother$#&@ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
$#&@ with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me

[Mutah with K-Dogg in ()]


The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminising
And having flashbacks when them ^!$$%s came up missing

(Wish in my heart, these ^!$$%s they ain't have to start
Now therefore they gotta see in dark
Played the part with heart when we spark they part

Running silly through the court) They don't really wanna start
(How you wanna do?) Yo K, anyway
These mother$#&@ers wanna play we can do it all day

So I stay (Sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime)
And I squeeze when I say I'm coming

Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting
(Cause it ain't nothing, Y'all ^!$$%s is fronting
Do you really want it? ^!$$%s dying...)


[2Pac]


Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these mother$#&@ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me

You'd rather $#&@ with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these mother$#&@ers they ain't see

Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather $#&@ with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me


[Big Mal with Yak in ()]


Now, we're in '94, ^!$$%s get bust through the do'
Cup? in a flash sittin on that $$# (And rarely fold)
Galitter tell 'em bout that trife %#@! (You wanna fight?

I wanna light %#@!, you lose your life (*##$) bee-yatch!
A ^!$$% struggle too hard for what I got
hustle (And doubled every $#&@ing yard that I cop and stop
Hell nah! I coulnd't see it
Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it)

And Jesus couldn't help me out the state
(Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate
But wait) No time for stalling (But death is calling)
You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling
(True, what I do from sun up) is for a come up

(Wake up with my gun up) Cause when I sneak that's when they run up
(So It's time to spray like Ray
And put the freeze on these fake Gs) You know how we do

[2Pac]


Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these mother$#&@ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather $#&@ with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me, ^!$$%
I try to tell these mother$#&@ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd Rather $#&@ with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me


What ^!$$%? Young mother$#&@ing thugs, let's out do it
Don't make enemies with me ^!$$%
Y'all better $#&@ with these other ^!$$%s
And I don't see it
Don't make enemies with me
Mother$#&@ers is fatal ^!$$%
I swear by the Gods

Don't make enemies with me ^!$$%
^!$$%s gonna see they caskets $#&@ing with these !@$(s
Don't make enemies with me
It's for all these mother$#&@ers that's swearing to God
That they be doing something
Don't make enemies with me
That they touching something

That they being something
Y'all ^!$$%s ain't %#@!
That's on my mama bring the drama, ^!$$%
Young Thugs, $#&@ the drugs
These ^!$$%s making records, y'all ^!$$%s best to check it
Cause y'all gonna get yo $$#hole tore
They tearing patches out you ^!$$%s $$#

All y'all ^!$$%s, I don't give a $#&@ who you running with
This is thug life ^!$$%, the new generation mother$#&@er
Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school mother$#&@ers
Y'all better feel this %#@!, don't make enemies with these ^!$$%s
You better be friendly mother$#&@er, I swear to God
We running through, smile from handshake