Enemy Turf Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Ah hm hm 

Hm hm 

When I say I don't give a fuck 

I mean that yeah 

Niggas brains is gettin' bust 

I didn't say that yeah 

If a shipment was comin' in 

I need a haul of dat wodie 

I need a sixty-forty nigga 

And no chargin' that wodie 

You done heard about Michael Jackson 

And shiggidy shit 

But you ain't never heard about me 

When I'm flissin' a bitch 

Niggas shoulders gettin' knocked 

Clean off of they head 

See that red dot comin' from 

Me and my girlfriend 

Cause I wants mine 

I needs mine 

And I'm about to get mine 

At these times 

Look lil' daddy 

You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas 

You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin' to get ya 

Look, I make a phone call to the big dog 

Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all 

Even though a nigga rich and I rock ice 

I still bust a nigga head on the block aright 

[Chorus: x2] 

It's enemy turf that I'm on 

So I'ma play it how it go 

Cock the hollow points 

And tote my black calico 

My lil' brother Weezy 

My big brother Juvi 

Both hit tha blocks 

Strapped up with the Uzis 

What, what, la 

Gun for gun 

Eye for eye 

Better move yo' wife and son 

Cause I ride or die 

Cash Money Hot Boy 

Bless me when I'm gone 

But until then load up the chrome cause it's on 

I been bout it 

Put a boot up in my lip and put my dirty up in a clip 

I drop the top and then I flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip 

And I be full of that trash 

I be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast 

Watch the bullets chop off the head 

And make 'em fall in the grass 

One move they all die 

Lil' Weezy small fry 

Guerilla when it's war time 

Y'all better learn 

When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell 

Well then let 'em burn 

Hold 'em fo' ransom, hear me smart boy 

Seven churn and I be damn if I let 'em go 

If I don't get my dough 

Then hell will be all blowin' 

Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I be 

I put it down for all my peeps 

Nigga, I'm H.B. for real 

[Chorus: x2] 

All I know is the streets 

And how to strap up 

When it's time shoot it 

Cock yo' heaters 

Tie up yo' bags 

It's time to do it 

Blaze the blunt 

Shut off the lights 

And cut down the music 

Roll down the windows 

Turn the corner 

And let loose with the brr 

If ya don't know now 

Then ya never will learn 

You ca play with Lil' Wayne 

And yo' block get burned 

You must love to go swimmin' 

Cause tha water gets deeper 

See I bust you wide open 

And take 'ya daughter with me 

Here come the beat boy 

Shoot out the street lights 

Time to bring on the heat boy 

If you ain't really wit it 

Then you better get back 

I open yo' chest 

And make it look just like a wet cat 

This is a death trap 

I'm a a guerilla and I mean it 

Leave ya' head still in a beanin' 

Lyin' on the cement 

Calico steamin' 

Red dot beamin' 

Dressed up suspicious 

Play wit Lil' Weezy, you'll be dinner for tha fishes 

[Chorus: x2] 

Enemy Turf 

Time to strap up 

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