Lyrical Breakdown of The Enemy (feat. Fat Joe) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Big L feat. Fat Joe weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Enemy (feat. Fat Joe)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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"Fuck, who did I offend? Rappers?"

Sit back, I'm about to-

Sit back, I'm-

Sit back, I'm about to begin

Sit back, I'm about to-

Sit back, I'm about, about to begin

Sit, sit, sit back, sit back, I'm about to, about to begin

Sit, sit back, back, back, back, I'm about to, begin

I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced-out watch

Knots in my socks, cops think I'm selling rocks

Pulling me over to see if I'm drunk, but I'm sober

They wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova

Listen Columbo, you're mad because your money come slow

And what you make in a year, I make in one show

Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride

Call me all kind of names, try to hurt my pride

You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat

Talking 'bout, "Where the gun at?" I been there and done that

I'm through with that illegal life, I'm staying legit

I love to see cars come cruising by and playing my shit

I walk around with six thou' without a pistol, my whole clique's wild

I'm rich pal, no more sticks, I'm making hits now

I drink Cristal, I'm through breaking laws

I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours

So get that flashlight out of my face

To bring me down, them Jakes will do whatever it takes

Word up, them Federals got my phone and my house tapped

Praying that I fall for the mousetrap, I doubt that

Why do I end up in so much shit?

I done came way too far to be calling it quits

Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit

They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick

Aiyyo, enough's enough, Federals try to set me up

Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust

Plus, they want a nigga's soul, but they know

Big Joey Crack will never rat a cat that he know

For sure, death before dishonor, I left the streets alone

Since Tone deceased, it almost killed his mama

So I'ma keep doing what I'm doing

Pursuing my dream 'til there's enough cream to start my own union

And show these kids how legit it is

Shit is real, I used to steal, but now I own several businesses

So where's your witnesses that you claim to have

Saying that I'm taking half, extorting New York and not paying tax?

I'm laid back playing the role, laying the low

But it's the same old Joe, so don't get KO'd

Hey yo, I'm gonna fry for what I never did

Or catch a heavy bid, why don't they just let a nigga live?

Why do I end up in so much shit?

I done came way too far to be calling it quits

Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit

They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick

Aiyyo, why do I end up in so much shit?

I done came way too far to be calling it quits

Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit

They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick

"What would you do if a vicious enemy

Suddenly started coming at you

Armed to the teeth and ready to kill you?"