Enemy Turf (ft. Juvenile) Songtext

[Juvenile] 

Ah hmmm hmmmm 

Hmmmm Hmmm

[Verse 1 (Juvenile)] 

When I say I don’t give a fuck 

I mean that yeah 

?? brains is getting bust 

I didn’t say that yeah 

If a shipment was comin in 

I need a ?? 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 2x (Juvenile & Lil’ Wayne)] 

[Juvenile] 

It’s enemy turf that i’m on 

So i’ma play it how it go 

Cock the hollow points 

And tote my black calicoe 

My lil’ brother Weezy

[Lil’ Wayne] 

My big brother Juvi 

Four hit the blocks 

Strapped up with the Uzis

[Verse 2 (Lil’ Wayne)] 

What, What, La 

Gun for gun 

Eye for eye 

Better move yo’ wife and son 

‘Cause i ride or die 

Cashmoney 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 ?????? 

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 frie 

Guerilla when it’s war time 

Y’all better learn 

When this nigga shoot it’ll be all hell 

Well then let ’em burn 

???????????????? 

Seven churn and i be damn if i let ’em go 

If i don’t get my dough 

Then hell will be all blowin’ 

‘Till i R.I.P CMR i be 

I put it down for all my peeps 

Nigga, i’m HB for real

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3] 

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 bbbbrrrrrr 

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’ma a guerilla and i mean it 

leave ya’ head still in a beanin’ 

?? on the semen 

Calicoe steamin’ 

Red dot beamin’ 

Dressed up suspicious 

Play with lil’ Weezy you’ll be ?? for the vicious

[Chorus 2x]

Enemy Turf 

Time to strap up 

What

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