Turk - Welcome 2 Tha Nolia lyrics

[Verse 1: Juvenile] It's World War III where I'mma be with 2 stars Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool Move all your valuables, cause them boyz at your throat with them calicos I mean, me myself, I just don't wanna see nobody get hurt Wanna live? Keep your black a** from out of my turf You look like wanna of them boyz that ain't never been f**ed over I'm bout to change that, send that boy to tha Nolia Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets If he think we fakin', he gon' know after we co*k it And come to the CJ's, if you wanna score something Get my peeps laid cause we make motherf**ers catch the cut quick Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted I tie my solja rag tight around my head man Now I'm gettin' processed with a red bag [Hook: Juvenile] We release with ammunition when our beef is in site Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light No vest, no chest whodie, jeopardize your life Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody Throw ya sets up n***a, throw ya sets up Throw ya sets up n***a, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up n***a, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up n***a, throw ya sets up [Verse 2: Turk] Solja's be camoflaugin' Hitting blocks realla, they be bout ridin You get chopped realla, at any timing Cause in that Nolia they play tha game raw No more beats closin' shop when the beef start Ah, ah, I don't think you're ready for these n***as LDTC-6 coated wild willas Head bustas, and wig splitas where I'm from Choppas max, with red dots in the drum Playing it rawer than dope That's how we play it, ducking Chris, flat top & big red Wootay ain't nothin' nice Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice Get k**ed if the price on yo face, me & Juve burn with case, from the scene With fled Take hits like black & moe did back in the dayz At night in tha nolia, n***as be in tha hallwayz [Hook] [Verse 3: Turk] n***a done flashed up, I had to deal with the b**h Catch em down bad, and put some steel on tha b**h Let em know this young n***a, ain't to be f**ed wit Two timer coming through, one time you gettin ya wig split When I release, aiming straight for your top Non stop hollin' purse n***a, you gon drop The Magnolia chest opena, Glock toatera, block soakera Down for a murdera In tha rover, choppin' ya down, put your sets up n***a Represent that uptown [Verse 4: Juvenile] f**in' wit these real boyz, I'mma k** ya You don't want me out chea', you know I'mma gorilla I've been trained to get way low in the mud Molded on tha streets and used to running wit thugs n***a you f** wit Turk, you gotta f** wit me what Where is you gonna be when them boks in tha mud Don't make me come down there and show one of you b**hes Don't make me come down there and blow one of you b**hes [Hook] But throw ya side up n***a, throw ya side up But throw ya ward up, n***a throw ya ward up [Hook] [Outro: Juvenile] We release wit ammunition...we release wit ammunition When our beef is in site...when our beef is in site... We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site When our beef is in site...