Enemy Turf lyrics

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
C'mon...... C'mon...
I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you gon' tell me where its at
You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the mac
Black hood with black gloves, bandanna round the mouth
A n*gga posted up on every perimeter around your house
And we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to loose time
We some n*ggas who wanna be eating better in due time
Muther f*ck leaving the block, better to use nines
It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines
The prisons got way more n*ggas than the streets do
Who average more than 30 murders a week (n*gga we do)
It ain't a war thang, its a f*ck me, f*ck y'all thang
And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bars man
So think twice about leaving the gun in the car man
n*gga don't give a f*ck about moving son on the wall man
Ain't no everybody, its yourself and you all in
If you paying traps you don't deserve to be balling

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Its enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
c*ck the hollow points into my black calico
I'ma make all these b*tch n*ggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'ma be set for life
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Look I'ma solid 170, lips like Bill Bellamy
Fresh out of the court house from whipping the felony
Didn't really want to hurt her, but you know how it is
You better not ever disrespect me hoe in front of my kids
Ayo the cops be rolling, therefore I f*cks with no one
I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open
To all you b*tch n*ggas doubting the force, its gon' get ugly
I'm that n*gga that'll f*ck you up quick, thats why the streets love me
Catch me posted with Lil' Weezy, (?) I'm doing it
n*ggas having problems with coke but we still moving it
Whatever's on the market I can work it
I ain't scared, I ain't nervous, give it to Juve dog and watch me serve it
You holding on the coke now whats the purpose, (?) gon hook it up too
n*gga the scheme is perfect, ya heared me
Now why is you acting like it ain't worth it
You gon' make me take it, n*gga I gotta make it

[Chorus]

[Talking]
Say n*gga, heard a n*gga picking (?)
Heard a n*gga got all kinda sh*t ever since he hit that lick he
Don't want to f*ck with a n*gga, but look this what we gonna do man
I want you to go get your n*ggas and go find that muther f*cker do him in
Ain't nuthing going on around this muther f*cker if I ain't got my hands in it
I put a n*gga on his feet and this how he gonna treat a n*gga ?
I promise, I put this on my babies dawg, we gon get that motherf*cker
[Verse 3: Juvenile]
They talking bout' putting a sting on me cuz they say I've been making too much
f*ck what they talking bout', this how I grew up
But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this "U" up
We had some altercations and things but they got blew up
New has and Curly head them n*ggas dirty in the TC
sh*t that a G like me couldn't even tell you on a CD
So i'ma make all of my enemies never forget me
You looking at one of the realest n*ggas from Feret Street

[Chorus]