Another Enemy - Intellectual

[Intro: Esham & Mastamind]

What time is it? (I dunno)

I know, ain't no need to check the clock (Fuck it)

'Cause time stopped (Fuck it)

Game over (Game over)

You're gon' fucked up the game (Hoe ass mothafucka)

How do you manage to do that? (Huh?)

Yo (You need to get, huh, c'mon! Yo)

[Verse 1: Esham]

When we gun this, you'll get punished

Detroit, we run this

Don't get me confused

With MC's still payin' dues

I'm a classic, let me spit my acid

Stay in an all glass kit, until I burn up in my casket

My carnivorous ways jurassic

I'm sick, nigga, sicker than sick, bitch suck my dick

I still bust off slugs at thugs and gives a fuck who you with

Don't get it, yo shit, split it, never admit it

'Cause killas don't talk about the murders they commit

Come and get it now!

[Pre-Chorus: Esham]

Y'all fucked up the game!

Now what 'cha gon' do nigga? (You gon' fucked up the game)

[Chorus: Mastamind]

Just another motherfuckin' enemy

[Verse 2: Mastamind]

Now before you get yo ass beat, don't even ask me my religion or how I'm livin'

Niggas want me to hand the mic to them or just put it down and give in

Roll me to the top from a site, but I'm a all night rider type

You better be ready for war in the worst way, when you decide to fight

The biggest titans on the streets, so hold on tight to your heat

Lookin' at me like you got somethin' to say, don't even try to speak

It's kill or be killed simply, murder really ain't no sin to me

A million motherfuckers with me, then I counted a million enemies

Come on!

[Pre-Chorus: Esham]

Y'all fucked up the game!

Now what 'cha gon' do nigga? (You gon' fucked up the game)

[Chorus: Mastamind]

Just another motherfuckin' enemy

[Post-Chorus: Esham & Mastamind]

[?], you gon' still fucked up the game (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo, whoa, c'mon

[Verse 3: TNT]

Yo, E, they fuckin' up the game, bitch-ass lames

They shoulda been dames, hoe ass niggas with no names

[Verse 4: Esham]

Niggas run they mouth, from here to down south

Don't know what the fuck they talkin' 'bout

We from Detroit got too much fuckin' clout

Stay off my route, I'm 'bout murder no doubt

You scream and shout, but when you bite I'll yell ouch, ouch!

[Verse 5: Mastamind]

Get him out the game, call timeout, y'all niggas gon' find out

Put me in a grave, under the ground, then watch me climb out

I'm all about that wicket shit, I scream "Never die!"

The game is getting stormy now can you weather the ride?

C'mon!

[Outro: Mastamind]

And we gon' fucked up the game

Game over, game over

(Game over!) Game over

We gettin' rolled over to the story