Lil Wayne – Enemy Turf (feat. Juvenile) Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Enemy Turf (feat. Juvenile) Lyrics
Enemy Turf
Lil Wayne (feat. Juvenile)
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    "Enemy Turf." - Lil Wayne (feat. Juvenile)

    Album: Tha Block Is Hot
    Track No: 13
    When I say I don't give a fuck
    I mean that, yeah
    **** brains is gettin' bust
    I done seen that there
    If a shipment was comin' in
    I need a haul of that woadie
    I need a sixty-forty ****
    Ain't no chargin' that woadie
    You done heard about Michael Jackson
    And shiggidy-shit
    But you ain't never heard about me
    When I'm flippin' a bitch
    **** doors gettin' knocked
    Clean off the hinge
    And see that red dot comin' for
    Me and my girlfriend
    'Cause I wants mine
    I needs mine
    And I'm about to get mine
    But these dyin'
    Look, lil' daddy
    You ain't gotta worry about none of these other ****
    You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin' to get you
    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 **** rich and I rock ice
    I still bust a **** head on the block, aight?
    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 the blocks
    Strapped up with them Uzis
    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 the blocks
    Strapped up with them Uzis
    Gun for gun
    Eye for eye
    Better move your 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 thirty up in a clip
    I got the top and then I dip
    I hit his lock 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 his head
    And make 'em fall in the grass
    One move, they all die
    Lil' Weezy a small fry, but gorilla when it's war time
    Y'all better learn
    When this **** shoot, it'll all be hell
    Well, then let 'em burn
    Hold 'em for ransom, hear me smart boy
    Seven churn, and I'll be damned if I let 'em go
    If I don't get my dough
    Then hell will be all blowin'
    Till I R.I.P, C.M.R. I be
    I put it down for all my peeps
    ****, I'm H.B., for real
    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 the blocks
    Strapped up with them Uzis
    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 the blocks
    Strapped up with them Uzis
    All I know is the streets
    And how to strap up
    When it's time to shoot it
    Cock your heaters
    Tie up your 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 brrr
    If you don't know now
    The you never will learn
    You can play with Lil Wayne
    And make your block get burned
    You must love to go swimmin'
    'Cause the water gets deeper
    See, I bust you wide open
    And take your 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 your check
    And make it look just like a wet cat
    This is a death trap
    I'ma guerrilla and I mean it
    Leave your head still in a bean
    And lyin' on the cement
    Calico steamin'
    Read dot beamin', dressed up suspicious
    Play with lil' Weezy, you'll be dinner for the fishes
    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 the blocks
    Strapped up with them Uzis
    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 the blocks
    Strapped up with them Uzis
    Enemy turf
    Time to strap up
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