Enemy Turf Lyrics By Lil Wayne
When I say I don't give a fuck
I mean that, yeah
**** brains is gettin' bust
I done seen that there
If a shipment was comin' in
I need a haul of that woadie
I need a sixty-forty ****
Ain't no chargin' that woadie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy-shit
But you ain't never heard about me
When I'm flippin' a bitch
**** doors gettin' knocked
Clean off the hinge
And 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 dyin'
Look, lil' daddy
You ain't gotta worry about none of these other ****
You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin' to get you
Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all
Even though a **** rich and I rock ice
I still bust a **** head on the block, aight?
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
My big brother Juvi
Both hit the blocks
Strapped up with them Uzis
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
My big brother Juvi
Both hit the blocks
Strapped up with them Uzis
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
Better move your 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 got the top and then I dip
I hit his lock 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 his head
And make 'em fall in the grass
One move, they all die
Lil' Weezy a small fry, but gorilla when it's war time
Y'all better learn
When this **** shoot, it'll all be hell
Well, then let 'em burn
Hold 'em for ransom, hear me smart boy
Seven churn, and I'll be damned if I let 'em go
If I don't get my dough
Then hell will be all blowin'
Till I R.I.P, C.M.R. I be
I put it down for all my peeps
****, I'm H.B., for real
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
My big brother Juvi
Both hit the blocks
Strapped up with them Uzis
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
My big brother Juvi
Both hit the blocks
Strapped up with them Uzis
All I know is the streets
And how to strap up
When it's time to shoot it
Cock your heaters
Tie up your 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 brrr
If you don't know now
The you never will learn
You can play with Lil Wayne
And make your block get burned
You must love to go swimmin'
'Cause the water gets deeper
See, I bust you wide open
And take your 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 your check
And make it look just like a wet cat
This is a death trap
I'ma guerrilla and I mean it
Leave your head still in a bean
And lyin' on the cement
Calico steamin'
Read dot beamin', dressed up suspicious
Play with lil' Weezy, you'll be dinner for the fishes
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
My big brother Juvi
Both hit the blocks
Strapped up with them Uzis
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
My big brother Juvi
Both hit the blocks
Strapped up with them Uzis
Enemy turf
Time to strap up
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