Mannie Fresh - Enemy Turf lyrics

(Juvenile) Ah hmmm hmmmm Hmmmm Hmmm [Verse 1: Juvenile] When I say I don't give a f** I mean that yeah n***as brains is gettin bust I don' seen that yeah If a shipment was comin in I need a haul of dat wodie I need a sixty-forty n***a And no chargin' that wodie You done heard about Michael Jackson And shiggidy sh** But you ain't never heard about me When I'm flissin a b**h n***as doors gettin knocked Clean off of the hinge 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 dying Look lil' daddy You ain't got to worry about none of these other n***as You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya Look, I make a phone call to the big dog Y'all b**hes better handle y'all business before I hit y'all Even though a n***a rich and I rock ice I still bust a n***a head on the block aight? (Hook)2x (Juvenile & Lil Wayne) (Juvenile) It's enemy turf that I'm on So I'mma play it how it go co*k the hollow points And tote my black calico My lil' brother Weezy (Lil' Wayne) My big brother Juvi Both hit tha 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 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 drop the top and then I dip I hit his block 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 gra** One move they all die Lil Weezy a small fry, but gorilla when it's war time Y'all better learn When this n***a shoot it'll be all hell Well then let 'em burn Hold 'em fo' ransom, hear me smart boy Seven churn and I be damn if I let 'em go If I don't get my dough Then hell will be all blowin' Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I be I put it down for all my peeps n***a, I'm H.B. for real (Chorus)2x [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] All I know is the streets And how to strap up When it's time shoot it co*k 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 can 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 d**h trap I'mma a guerilla and I mean it Leave ya' head still in a beanin' Lyin' on the cement Calicoe steamin' Red dot beamin', dressed up suspicious Play with Lil Weezy, you'll be dinner for the fishes (Chorus)2x [Outro] Enemy Turf Time to strap up What