[Chorus] (Jermaine Dupri)
they my enemies,dressed in my friends clothes
ridin thinkin i dont know
they my enemies,dressed in my friend clothes
smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
[Hook] (Jermaine Dupri)
i wake up, knowin im bout to see'em all in my face
like wat up? these muthafuckers all over the place
im fed up, homie im angry and i need me my space
and good luck, with all that thinkin u gonna take my place
[Verse 1] Jermaine Dupri
theres allota niggas in this club popin bub thats phony
actin like they aint got nothin but love for the homie
straight two-face, they like them niggas at sony
(now aint u the mayor?) im the one and only
for the longest me and my niggas been hittin this town like a storm
and now u gotta see me and penny arm to arm
one day u dont get it, keep tryin nigga
ya right u ballin, keep lyin nigga
i know allota ballers, half of'em hatin me
bankrupt, bitch u must aint see my moms lately
be damned if u like me, give a fuck what u rate me
i only know two words the nigga thats payin me
now we fin stop talkin shit about J.D.
cuz he he been doin this shit since yall was babies
how you goin try to degrate me
yall aint my friends i aint crazy
[Chorus x2]
[Hook]
[Verse 2] (J-Kwon
now ima chicka-chill till the moment i lose mine
and when i lose mine gun stores gonna lose nines
i thought u knew Kwon keep eight on the waist line
im from the Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time
i spit it for nigga dude dont feel my shit
she a whore i dont like her u can kill my bitch
u wanna war what for i peel this bitch
body lifted, nothin with it i dont need this shit
u my enemy, dressed in my friend clothes
but when theres a shoot out u do better than Shaq do with free throws
a bunch of niggas trippin they got the game wrong
a bunch of niggas feelin like me who bumpin the same song
im evil, why u thinkin u gonna take my spot
waitin till my album drop, quit thinkin u pac
and u rappin hardcore and u knowin u pop
and u sayin u a realer when u knowin u not