Sleeping With The Enemy - Paris

Come, I’m P-Dog, with the shit

That stick, now I’m fin' to get scandalous

Huh, and tell y’all about a brain disease

A act up it’s a shame disease

Nigga please, you still don’t act right up

Wait a minute, let me get my facts right

When I say that we all don’t act the same

Just a handful wanna salt the game

So I gotta roll deep

Check your grip and don’t smile, hard as concrete

Damn shame but it’s like that

Cause some got hardheads like bricks that don’t crack

Raised up on TV

Fast food and fast times, do or die G

Without nothin' to lose but a war

And here life don’t mean shit to die for

«Every brother ain’t a brother»

C’mon, yeah

«Every brother ain’t a brother»

B’le dat!

«Every brother ain’t a brother»

Sellin your soul, don’t sell your soul man, yo

«Every brother ain’t a brother»

«You got my back and I got yours»

The reporter looked just like me or you

But that don’t mean the man was cool

He understood when I said that it was death to integrate

Cause integrate means assimilate (word!)

But the media, hate the youth

Love to spread lies and distort the truth

They say the pen is stronger than the sword

But the sword’ll give any house nigga his just reward

So let the beat just roll on, huh

While the weak get told on

I’m P-Dog, tellin you the actual fact

Is just cause the skin is black don’t mean shit!

It ain’t about us comin up

To them, it’s about us gunnin up

It’s a shame but no strain on the brain to see

It’s plain, some, are sleeping with the enemy

C’mon!

Yeah, yeah!

Boom, another knocked out, what’s it all about

Gotta give a shout to the few that’s never sellin out

P-Dog, I never slip or slide, I never float along

As long as in control I know I’m born to be a martyr

Huh, and I’ma keep on rappin with

The facts, that I keep on smashin shit

No props cause it doesn’t really matter bout the color of the cop

And now I hate police so I won’t stop

See the punk bitch get mad, huh

I ain’t the one for a toe tag

You best believe when you see me on the street

I be a motherfucker ready for the static with a Glock automatic

So let me tell you why I hate pigs

The black gestapo, ultimate house nigga

Simply because a brother wantin to be with a plan

That wanna kill off and cage the black man

Ain’t never runnin from the U.S.A

Punk, land of the weak, freak, home of the slave

And I ain’t goin to Clarence cause the appearance is clear to me

Some punks, are sleepin with the enemy