't know who the enemy is (Workin') You don't know You don't know who the enemy is (Workin') Company man (Workin') Eight for me, one for you (Workin') Very fair
city make that mother f*cker mine uh huh Ima underground king hoe, I sit tall, I swing(swang) low The game aint always fair, and thats the thing though
you ain't scared? What the fuck you walkin so fast for? Is you with me or against me Don't run up on me and tempt me To have your faggot ass bagged
the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me? It's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair How I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid Me
and meditation And believe me, Me and T, Three kept it low Don't take this as a dis, this is just to let you know that I love you But watch the company
Astro's hat a lot, I sock A punk, fool, hit me up [Assassin] I run the west and I'm up, That's suppossin' my cause, What's the difference between this
nigga) You like that shit? (Hell yeah) Damn, you like that, nigga You a fool (Tore his ass up) Banks you a fool for that (Fuck that nigga) (Goddamn
freak in the room That's why she's cooly, cooly, cooly Like a smoothie and jacuzzi The opposite of Judge Judy When she on duty And she feeling me too
in the room That's why she's cooly, cooly, cooly Like a smoothie in a jacuzzi The opposite of Judge Judy When she on duty And she feeling me too [Chorus
Cyhi Da Prince: My Music Make The Crowd Move I'm In The Car Rolling Cow Food But I Still Keep A Strap Wit Me, I Ain't Never Been A Slipper That's A
me you're only cheating yourself 'Cause we all got a purpose in life to achieve (That's a fact) And here's another That you better believe That I am
sense 'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics Soul, rock and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea It's the gear, it's the
sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep [Mos
a thousand horses Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit It's Jumpoff! He be the best Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS It's they
in a room Doin' five beats a day for three summers That's a different world like cree summers I deserve to do these numbers The kid that made that Deserves that
and BET we getting our burn on Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded And it stated, that
get on a plane, go as they please But I go overseas and I get over seized London-Heathrow, me and my people They think that illegal's a synonym for Negro
settle For the crumbs that fell off the plate of the late great Who died in the federal state prison behind gates Those that's 'bout it M.C.'s I run with Those that