Twisted Insane - Who Is My Enemy/d**h Sentence 2 lyrics

[Intro] K-K-Kato on the track [Verse 1] Wake up, brush a n***a teeth then bake up The homie hit me on the phone and told me he got some sh** to get me laced up Gotta brush a n***a teeth and have a bite to eat and barley even sleep They be on the creep and I don’t wunna be the one [who roll up on em?] with my face cut Say blood Won’t you come up on a mission with me in the skylark You can drive it while I hang up out the window like I’m Bruce Willis up in Die Hard Imma cover my face with a bandana, hit the guys, pull up with the blam blama Then I hop up in the whip and stare at the b**h like I’m gunna tell you this is my yard Days go by and foolies wunna come around and start up with the questions I ain’t got a word to say my n***a, but you better watch what you say to him I don’t know about a body [and proper?] I ain’t seen no murder weapon All I wunna know is am I free to go, ’cause I don’t wunna sit up in your date room Stay tuned, ‘member I was in the whip, cruisin’ with the bandana The homie in the driver seat [hit up all?] the streets with the damn [cramma?] Two days go by and I’m in the holding cell. Did the homie tell? Yep, he was in the next room sayin’ how they’d bring me to the damn slammer The f**? [Hook] If god is real, well then who is this devil that you sent to me? (what the f**?) I know that you wasn’t real from the get, you was no friend of me (knew I shouldn’t of f**ed with this n***a) These snakes in the gra** like to slither, for that I got no remedy (that’s real) Sometimes you don’t know who is your friend and who is your enemy Who is my enemy? (x3) Sometimes I don’t know who is my friend and who is my enemy [Verse 2] I was in the house rollin’ weed tryna blow sh** The homie hit me on the average every day phone sh** But this time he was talkin’ ’bout some kinda show sh** And when I hit the road again he wunna be my friend and go with (oh sh**) Tryna help a n***a out [to make me?] lose my focus He was sneaky tryna meet the people eat up off a n***a [okres?] I never listened to the people in my area tellin’ me that he was bogus Tryna use you and your [effin throne?] as a steppin’ stone, I ain’t noticed One year later I was on a tour six deep with a spy kid Tryna s** up every last bit of game before he make his exit Them same shoes you came with gunna be the same ones you die in Better watch where you step all that talkin’ sh** ’bout Texas You got a d**h wish? Do you wunna see the type of sh** that you have stepped in Get up out the vehicle and beat the sh** up out a n***a with no weapon This sh** started gettin’ dirty right before a n***as own eyes I shoulda known you was dirtier than the park that I f**in’ slept in n***a [Hook] If god is real, well then who is this devil that you sent to me? (what the f**?) I know that you wasn’t real from the get, you was no friend of me (knew I shouldn’t of f**ed with this n***a) These snakes in the gra** like to slither, for that I got to [remedy] (that’s real) Sometimes you don’t know who is your friend and who is your enemy Who is my enemy? (x3) Sometimes I don’t know who is my friend and who is my enemy [d**h Sentence 2] The forty bottle and a bad b**h Pull up on the homie tell him get up in the whip we dippin’ right up round the corner n***as woofin’ like they actin’ And don’t nobody know a n***a I been lookin’ for someone who said they grew up witcha I’m from the big bad West Coast, bet yo life anybody on my side would just show a n***a I back break like I’m Rick Rude Throw somebody in the lake, n***a fish food sh** you wunna go to war with a pitbull? I’mma have to hit you get you with the ginsu Homie this the end fool [Break up on him fast?] every time I catch you slippin’ when you runnin’ withcha bank roll Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you get away with all that foolery, we could strap or we could battle [in his face though?] n***a