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Текст песни Lil` Wayne f Juvenile - Enemy Turf

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(Juvenile)Ah hmmm hmmmmHmmmm Hmmm Verse 1 (Juvenile)When I say I don`t give a fuckI mean that yeahNiggaz brains is gettin bustI didn`t say that yeahIf a shipment was comin inI need a haul of dat wodieI need a sixty-forty niggaAnd no chargin` that wodieYou done heard about Michael JacksonAnd shiggidy shitBut you ain`t never heard about meWhen i`m flissin a bitch Niggas shoulders gettin knockedClean off of they head See that red dot comin from Me and my girlfriendCause I wants mineI needs mineAnd i`m about to get mineAt these timesLook lil` daddy You ain`t got to worry about none of these other niggasYou needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get yaLook, I make a phone call to the big dogY`all bitches better handle y`all business before I hit y`allEven though a nigga rich and i rock iceI still bust a nigga head on the block aright (Chorus)2x (Juvenile & Lil` Wayne)(Juvenile)It`s enemy turf that i`m onSo I`ma play it how it goCock the hollow points And tote my black calicoMy lil` brother Weezy (Lil` Wayne)My big brother Juvi Both hit tha blocksStrapped up with the Uzis Verse 2 (Lil` Wayne)What, What, LaGun for gunEye for eyeBetter move yo` wife and son Cause I ride or die Cash Money Hot BoyBless me when i`m goneBut until then load up the chrome cause it`s onI been bout itPut a boot up in my lip and put my dirty up in a clipI drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make `em flipAnd I be full of that trashI be the first one to jump out the jag bust at `em fastWatch the bullets chop off the head And make `em fall in the grass One move they all die Lil` Weezy small fryGuerilla when it`s war timeY`all better learn When this nigga shoot it`ll be all hellWell then let `em burnHold `em fo` ransom, hear me smart boySeven churn and i be damn if i let `em goIf i don`t get my dough Then hell will be all blowin`Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I beI put it down for all my peepsNigga, I`m H.B. for real (Chorus)2x Verse 3 All i know is the streets And how to strap up When it`s time shoot itCock yo` heaters Tie up yo` bags It`s time to do itBlaze the blunt Shut off the lights And cut down the music Roll down the windows Turn the corner And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrrIf ya don`t know now Then ya never will learnYou ca play with Lil` WayneAnd yo` block get burnedYou must love to go swimminCause tha water gets deeperSee i bust you wide open And take `ya daughter with meHere 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 backI open yo` chest And make it look just like a wet catThis is a death trap I`ma a guerilla and I mean itleave ya` head still in a beanin`Lyin` on the cementCalicoe steamin`Red dot beamin`Dressed up suspiciousPlay wit Lil` Weezy, you`ll be dinner for tha fishes (Chorus)2x Enemy TurfTime to strap up What

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