Song Lyric Sunday: The West Is the Best

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, the prompt directed writers to find a song, in either the title or lyrics, containing either the word east, west, north, or south. Although the specific song selected for the challenge, “Enemies With Me” by 2Pac feat. Outlawz, doesn’t contain any words found on a compass, the poetic lyricist behind the microphone and the mixed martial artist, Nate Diaz, who appears from backstage when the beat begins filling an arena represent the west coast as icons of their craft. 

Lyrics to “Enemies With Me”:

[Intro: 2Pac]

Young Thugs in this motherfucker

Don’t break up the fight, let ’em rumble

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Some say my criminal experience is legendary

I do what’s necessary

Niggas wanna see me buried

Worried, if you comin’ hurried

I ain’t goin’ down, fuck the world I’m a thug

Tell ’em can’t nothin’ stop me but a slug

I went from drug dealin’ to a shot caller

From off the block, no longer rock

And puttin’ money in my pocket, nationwide baller

Bitch nigga I’m prepared to die, Before I fry

I hit the weed so I be forever high

My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee

I open fire let the Lord pick the first to bleed

Bitches don’t wanna see me leave, forever thuggin’

Tell ’em bury me a G on everything I love

And fuck the law ’cause the raw niggas ain’t free

This picture’s clear but we can’t see, hahaha

This game is jealousy, Don’t let ’em change

That’s what they keep on tellin’ me, motherfuck the fame

I can’t sleep ’cause I keep hearin’ peeps

Loaded Mossberg wrapped in my sheets

[Hook: 2Pac]

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me, nigga

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me

[Verse 2: Mutah & K-Dogg]

The game is gettin’ deeper with this I couldn’t stop, I’m reminiscin’

And havin’ flashbacks when them niggas came up missin’

Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain’t have to start

Now therefore they gotta see in dark

Played the part with heart when we spark they part

Runnin’ silly through the court, they don’t really wanna start

How you wanna do?, yo K, anyway

These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day

So I stay, sippin’ on my array to keep my head fine

And I’m where, Everywhere from here to bedtime (yeah nigga)

And I squeeze when I say I’m comin’

Straight gunnin’ on enemies if it’s really me that they wantin’

‘Cause it ain’t nothin’, y’all niggas is frontin’

Do you really want it? niggas dyin’…

[Hook: 2Pac]

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me

[Verse 3: Big Mal & Yak]

Now, we’re in ’94, Niggas get bust through the do’

[?] in a flash sittin’ on that ass And rarely fold

Galitter tell ’em ’bout that trife shit You wanna fight?

I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch (bee-yatch!)

A nigga struggle too hard for what I got

Hustle And doubled every fuckin’ yard that I cop and stop

Hell nah! I couldn’t see it

Facin’ a century in the Penitentiary but so be it

And Jesus couldn’t help me out the state

Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate

But wait No time for stallin’ But death is callin’

You wanna stomp on it somebody’s gotta start fallin’

True, what I do from sun up is for a come up

Wake up with my gun up ‘Cause when I sneak that’s when they run up

So It’s time to spray like Ray

And put the freeze on these fake G’s You know how we do

[Hook: 2Pac]

Don’t make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me, nigga

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see

Don’t make enemies with me

You rather fuck with these other little G’s

Don’t make enemies with me

[Outro: 2Pac]

What nigga? Young motherfuckin’ Thugs, let’s out do it

Don’t make enemies with me nigga

Y’all better fuck with these other niggas

You don’t see it

Don’t make enemies with me

Motherfuckers is fatal nigga

I swear by the Gods

Don’t make enemies with me nigga

Niggas gonna see they caskets fuckin’ with these bastards

Don’t make enemies with me

It’s for all those motherfuckers that’s swearin’ to God

That they be doin’ something

Don’t make enemies with me

That they touchin’ something

That they being something

Y’all niggas ain’t shit

That’s on my mama bring the drama, nigga

Young Thugs, fuck the drugs

These niggas makin’ records, y’all niggas best to check it

‘Cause y’all gonna get yo asshole tore

They tearin’ patches out you niggas ass

All y’all niggas, I don’t give a fuck who you runnin’ with

This is Thug Life nigga, the new generation motherfucker

Young Thugs we chin checkin’ all you junior high school motherfuckers

Y’all better feel this shit, don’t make enemies with these niggas

You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God

We runnin’ through, smile from handshake

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