Enemy Turf

[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 nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house

And we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to loose time

We some niggas who wanna be eating better in due time

Muther fuck leaving the block, better to use nines

It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines

The prisons got way  more  niggas than the streets do

Who average more than 30 murders a week (nigga we do)

It ain't a war thang, its a fuck me, fuck 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

Nigga don't give a fuck 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

Cock the hollow points into my black calico

I'ma make all these bitch niggas 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 fucks with no one

I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open

To all you bitch niggas doubting the force, its gon' get ugly

I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me

Catch me posted with Lil' Weezy, (?) I'm doing it

Niggas 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

Nigga the scheme is perfect, ya heared me

Now why is you acting like it ain't worth it

You gon' make me take it, nigga I gotta make it

[Chorus]

[Talking]

Say nigga, heard a nigga picking (?)

Heard a nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick he

Don't want to fuck with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do man

I want you to go get your niggas and go find that muther fucker do him in

Ain't nuthing going on around this muther fucker if I ain't got my hands in it

I put a nigga on his feet and this how he gonna treat a nigga ?

I promise, I put this on my babies dawg, we gon get that motherfucker

[Verse 3: Juvenile]

They talking bout' putting a sting on me cuz they say I've been making too much

Fuck 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 niggas dirty in the TC

Shit 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 niggas from Feret Street

[Chorus]