Enemy
Big L feat. Fat Joe Lyrics

I drive up and down Harlem blocks
I am familiar with the entire area of Harlem

Iced out watch Knots in my socks
My watch is covered in diamonds and I carry cash on me at all times

Cops think I'm selling rocks
Police officers suspect me of dealing drugs

Pulling me over to see if I'm drunk But I'm sober
They are stopping me to check if I am driving under the influence, but I am not

They wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova
If I drove a less expensive car, the cops would not bother me

Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow
You are frustrated about your slow income growth

And what you make in a year I make in one show
I earn more money in one concert than you do in a year

Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride
You are now searching me and my vehicle

Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride
You are insulting me and trying to bring me down

You're just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat
You are upset because I am a young and wealthy individual

Talkin' bout: Where the gun at?
Asking where my weapon is

I been there and done that
I have already experienced that lifestyle

I'm through with that illegal life, I'm staying legit
I have left behind my illegal activities and am now living legally

I love to see cars come cruisin' by and playin' my shit
I enjoy hearing my music played while cars drive past

I walk around with six thou' without a pist-ol, my whole cliques wild
I carry $6,000 with me, without a gun, and my group of friends is unpredictable

I'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin hits now
I am wealthy now and no longer selling drugs - I am making hit songs instead

I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws
I now drink premium champagne and no longer commit illegal activities

I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours
I stopped selling cocaine and now perform concert tours

So get that flashlight out of my face
Stop shining the flashlight in my face

To bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takes
Police officers will do anything to bring me down

Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped
Government agencies have wiretapped my phone lines and my home

Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that
They are hoping I will be caught in their trap, but I don't think they will succeed

Why do I end up in so much shit?
Why do I constantly find myself in difficult situations?

I done came way too far to be callin' it quits
I have come too far to give up now

Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit
The police want to arrest me, despite the fact that I am living legally

They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick
They are jealous of my success and wealth

Aiyyo enough's enough, federals try to set me up
Enough is enough - government agencies are trying to trap me

Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust
They want to arrest me, which would destroy everything I have worked for

Plus, they want a nigga soul, but they know
They are trying to ruin my reputation and career

Big Joey Crack'll never rat a cat that he know
I would never betray a friend I know personally

Fo' sho', death before dishonor; I left the streets alone
For sure, I stick to the code: I would rather die than betray my values

Since Tone deceased it almost killed his mama
Since my friend Tone passed away, it caused his mother immense grief

So I'mma keep doin what I'm doin
I will persist in my current lifestyle and career path

Pursuin' my dream 'til there's enough cream to start my own union
I am relentlessly pursuing my dream until I have enough money to create my own organization

And show these kids how legit it is
And teach young people how to live a legitimate, successful life

Shit is real, I used to steal but now I own several businesses
The situation is real - I used to steal, but now I am a successful business owner

So where's your witness that you claim to have, sayin' that I'm takin half
I don't believe your claim that you have a witness saying I am stealing money

Extortin' New York and not payin' tax?
Are you accusing me of blackmailing New York and not paying taxes?

I'm laid back, playin the role, layin the low
I am relaxed, playing my part, and keeping quiet

But it's the same ol' Joe so don't get K.O.d
I am still the same person, so don't underestimate me

Hey yo I'm gonna fry for what I never did
I am at risk of being punished for something that I didn't do

Or catch a heavy bid, why don't they just let a nigga live?
Or get a severe prison sentence - why can't they just let me live?