Juvenile Follow

Enemy Turf lyrics

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 meeting, or here to loose time,
we some niggas who wanna be eating better in due time,
mutha f**k leaving the block, better to use nines,
It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines,
The prisons got 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 f**k me, f**k 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 f**k 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 (Juvenile X2)]
Its enemy turf c'mon,
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

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 f**ks 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 f**k you up quick, thats why the streets
love me,
Catch me posted with Lil' Weezy, (?) I'm doing it,
Niggaz 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 (Juvenile X2)]

[Turk Talking]
Say nigga, heared a nigga picking (?)
Heared a nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick he

don't want to f**k with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do
man,
I want you to go get your niggas and go find that mutha f**ka do
him in,
ain't nuthing going on around this mutha f**ka 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 mutha
f**ka

They talking bout' putting a sting on me cuz they say I've been
making too much,
F**k 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 (X2)]

Enemy Turf Video

https://youtube.com/devicesupport: (video from YouTube)

Correct these lyrics

Comments on Enemy Turf

Submit your thoughts

These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.

© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Juvenile) which produced the music or artwork. Details



All Artists A-Z

Elsewhere



© might belong to the performers or owners of the songs. Lyrics may be used for private study, scholarship or academic research only.
In accordance to the Digital Millenium Copyright Act, publishers may ask to have specific lyrics removed.
This is a non-commercial site. We are not selling anything. Details
Lyricszoo content, design, layout © 2024 Lyricszoo.