D.I.T.C. - Da Enemy (Bink Remix)

I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced out watch Knots in my socks, cops think, I'm selling rocks Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk But I'm sober they wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova Listen Colombo, you're mad because your money come slow And what you make in a year, I make in one show Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride Call me all kinda names, try to hurt my pride You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat Talkin' 'bout where the gun at, I been there and done that I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin' legit I love to see cars come cruisin' bye and playin' my shit I walk around with six thou' without a pistol, my whole click's wild I'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin' hits now I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours So get that flashlight out of my face To bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takes Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that Why do I end up in so much shit I done came way too far to be callin' it quits Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick Aiyyo, enough's enough, federals try to set me up Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust Plus, they want a nigga sewed, but they know Big Joey Crack ain't never rat a cat that he know Fo' sho', death before dishonor, I left the streets alone Since Tone deceased it almost killed his mama So I'ma keep doin' what I'm doin' Pursuin' my dream 'til there enough cream to start my own union And show these kids how legit it is Shit is real, I used to steal but now I own several businesses So where's your witness that you claim to have Sayin' that I'm takin' half, extortin' New York and not payin' tax I'm layin' back, playin' the role, playin' the low But it's the same ol' Joe so don't get K.O.D Hey yo I'm gonna fry for what I never did Or catch a heavy bid, why don't they just let a nigga live? Why do I end up in so much shit I done came way too far to be callin' it quits Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick Why do I end up in so much shit I done came way too far to be callin' it quits Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick What would you do If the vicious enemy Suddenly started comin' at you Armed to the teeth and ready to kill you?