Enemy
The Game Feat. Wyclef Jean & Damian Marley Lyrics

Bullet, Bullet. Dont bullet if u ain't gonna use her, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet.
Don't waste bullets if you're not going to use them effectively.

Pick up, pick up, this i stick up, stick up Nobody do something to pick up pick up Call 911, nobody pick up, pick, cuz the goverment dont care about Niggas, Niggas.
This is a stick up, but nobody is doing anything to stop us. Calling 911 won't help because the government doesn't care about us.

In the hood turn niggas to cop killers, killers We come through ridin' on them three wheelas, wheelas It kills to be killed in my village, village For the love of the money, them cat pillars, pillars We run trough your hood like godzilla, godzilla With guns big enough to kill gorilla, gorilla.
Living in our neighborhood turns us into cop killers. We ride around on our three-wheelers and it's dangerous to live here. We do illegal things for money and we are so powerful that we can run through your neighborhood like a monster.

In the club we shinin' Vivi es' diamonds,and we still bad boys like Mary o' Winders We hotter than the fucking shinshilla, shilla We strap but don't tell it to the squilla, squilla Them omkeinsta gangstas don't fill up, fill up Snitch boys get buck 50, and the grillem', grillem'
We shine in the club with our diamonds and we are still rebellious. We are even hotter than a very hot animal. We carry guns but we don't advertise it. We don't let other gangs take up our space. Snitches get hurt badly.

Enemy Line, Enemy Line. Dont be caught with your chopper in the enemy line. Enemy Line, Enemy Line, how there in Compton, the Enemy Line Bullet, Bullet.
Don't put yourself in danger by carrying weapons into enemy territory. In Compton, the enemy line is where you really don't want to be.

Coralian is the ultimate high, who gon' stop shottas, the gun datters They give me one more chance like BIG Poppa, to make it hotter But who's hotter than a rude boy that goes after rasta... faraian Me and my entourage walk up in the party and smoke that bitch out like a Ducati and I'm nicked to the nigga that pulls triggers like treasures. I push your blood klaat head, for that fucking Rolex.
Coralian is the best feeling ever. No one can stop us gangsters with guns. We want one more chance to make things even crazier. We are very powerful and we will take out anyone who stands in our way. We party hard and we'll kill for our expensive jewelry.

Then past the millimeter to left front side Rude boys never die, we multiply. Me and Damian Marley, Wyclef and the fogy homies in Kingston (Pick up, pick up the bad man there) Twentytwo bullets, but not lettin' into England Niggers starting to singing, drama what we bring them G-money makers, no time for the haters Cuz hustla in Jamacia, right in Jamaica
We pass the guns around and keep them close. We are strong and we grow in numbers. The group is made up of Damian Marley, Wyclef and old friends in Kingston. We bring bad news to people and we are making a lot of money. We don't have time for negative people. We hustle hard in Jamaica.

Bullet, Bullet. Dont bullet if u ain't gonna use her, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet. Bullet, Bullet.Dont bullet if u ain't gonna use her, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet.
Don't waste bullets if you're not going to use them effectively.