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enemy turf - juvenile lyrics

c’mon
c’mon

i bet if i pull a pistol and pop you, you goin’ tell me where its at
you see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the mac
black hood with black gloves, bandana around the mouth
a n-gg- posted up on every perimeter around your house
and we didn’t come here for one meeting or here to lose time
we some n-gg-s who wanna be eating better with due time
motherf-ck leaving the block, it’s better to use nines
it ain’t no secret, i’m cheap, however my jewels shines
the prisons got way more n-gg-s than the streets do
who average more than thirty murders a week
(n-gg- 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 bar, man
so think twice about leaving the gun in the car, man
n-gg- don’t give a f-ck by moon and sun in the war, man
ain’t no everybody, it’s for self in new orleans
if you paying draft you don’t deserve to be balling

its enemy turf that i’m on
so i’m a play it how it go
c-ck the hollow points into my black calico
i’m a make all these b-tch n-gg-s respect me right
please let me hit another lick, i’m a be set for life

look i’m a solid one seventy, 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 for guns, i’m ’bout to bust this open
to all you b-tch n-gg-s doubting the force, it goin’ to get ugly
i’m that n-gg- that’ll f-ck you up quick, thats why the streets love me
catch me posted on louisiana and robertson doin’ it
n-gg-s having problems with c-ke and we still movin’ it
whatever’s on the market i can work it
i ain’t scared, i ain’t nervous, give it to juve dog and let me serve it
you holdin’ on the c-ke now whats the purpose
ray’s gonna hook it up too
n-gg- the scheme is perfect, ya heard me
now why is you acting like it ain’t worth it
so you gonna make me take it, n-gg- i gotta make it, what sh-t

say n-gg-, heard from that n-gg- pickle lately darlin’
heard the n-gg- got all kinda sh-t ever since he hit that lick
we don’t want to f-ck with a n-gg-, but look this what we gonna do man
i want you to go get your n-gg-s man
and go find that motherf-cka’ do him in
ain’t nothing going on around this m-th- f-cka
if i ain’t got my hands in it
i put a n-gg- on feet, this how you gonna treat a n-gg-?
but i promise, i put this on my babies, dog
we goin’ get that motherf-cka’
we don’t care what he owes

they talking ’bout whipping a sting on me
’cause 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 you up
we had some altercations and things but they got blew up
nuhas and curlyhead, them n-gg-s dirty in the tc
sh-t that a g like me couldn’t even tell you on a cd
so i’m a make all of my enemies never forget me
you looking at one of the realest n-gg-s from feret street

its enemy turf that i’m on
so i’m a play it how it go
c-ck the hollow points into my black calico
i’ma make all these b-tch n-gg-s respect me right
please let me hit another lick, i’m a be set for life

- juvenile lyrics

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