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rob gates - enough lyrics

chorus:

huh yeah, look, i got my gun in hand, n+gga, that’s enough (i got my gun in hand)
i thought i told them if it’s up and then it’s up, huh
and that’s enough (that’s enough), look that’s enough (look that’s enough)
i got my gun in hand, n+gga, that’s enough (i got my gun in hand!)
look that’s enough, that’s enough (that’s enough)
i thought i told ’em up and then it’s up (look then it’s up)
i got my gun in hand, n+gga, that’s enough (that’s enough)
look that’s enough (that’s enough), i got my (that’s enough), i got my gun in hand, that’s enough, uh

verse 1:

put that yellow tape and shut yo’ block down (shut yo’ block down)
whole lotta crackers on yo’ block now (they out there!)
what’s the situation you get shut down (you got shut down!)
i was in that sci with the top down (with the top down!)
b+tch, look huh, n+gga spinnin’ through (spinnin’ through)
shorty made breakfast, she make dinner too (she makin’ dinner too)
told her i be there i’m on that interlude (i told her that)
huh, but i lied, i was in the stoop
got my sh+t filled up, to the t when i ride the east (i ride)
even when i’m on the west, i’mma pull yo’ car next
these 223’s nothin’ stop ’em they gon’ tear yo’ vest
these n+ggas bleed like i bleed i ain’t gon’ tell the rest, go!
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verse 2:

hey yo versace shades, i ain’t gettin’ in unless my glock is made
switchblades on the track hop, make it hot today
while he eat behind the wheel, we be on some time to k!ll
hey yo, we be on some time to k!ll, uh!
threw the old joint behind the field out the bonneville (i threw the joint!)
i ain’t goin’ back for that joint, i done made a point (look, you can have that)
lil’ n+gga story ain’t ever even, make it local (what you did?)
you don’t even know i got yo’ addy, b+tch, i got yo’ social (i know where you live!)
n+ggas takin’ over sh+t, i’m gon’ pay for hits (b+tch i’mma show ’em!)
i’m let ’em make, everything else, but i made the grits
if you f+ck with that shady sh+t, if you f+ck with that shady sh+t (if you f+ck with that shady…!)
that’s not love that’s hate you bring (f+ck you, n+gga!)

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