Lyrics Enemy Turf - Lil Wayne feat. Juvenile
Ah
hmmm
hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmm
When
I
say
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I
mean
that
yeah
Niggaz
brains
is
gettin
bust
I
didn't
say
that
yeah
If
a
shipment
was
comin
in
I
need
a
haul
of
dat
wodie
I
need
a
sixty-forty
nigga
And
no
chargin'
that
wodie
You
done
heard
about
Michael
Jackson
And
shiggidy
shit
But
you
ain't
never
heard
about
me
When
I'm
flissin
a
bitch
Niggas
shoulders
gettin
knocked
Clean
off
of
they
head
See
that
red
dot
comin
from
Me
and
my
girlfriend
Cause
I
wants
mine
I
needs
mine
And
I'm
about
to
get
mine
At
these
times
Look
lil'
daddy
You
ain't
got
to
worry
about
none
of
these
other
niggas
You
needs
to
be
worried
about
when
Juvi
comin
to
get
ya
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
nigga
rich
and
I
rock
ice
I
still
bust
a
nigga
head
on
the
block
aright
It's
enemy
turf
that
I'm
on
So
I'm
a
play
it
how
it
go
Cock
the
hollow
points
And
tote
my
black
calico
My
lil'
brother
Weezy
My
big
brother
Juvi
Both
hit
tha
blocks
Strapped
up
with
the
Uzis
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
dirty
up
in
a
clip
I
drop
the
top
and
then
I
flip
I
hit
his
cock
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
grass
One
move
they
all
die
Lil'
Weezy
small
fry
Guerilla
when
it's
war
time
Y'all
better
learn
When
this
nigga
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
Nigga,
I'm
H.B.
for
real
All
I
know
is
the
streets
And
how
to
strap
up
When
it's
time
shoot
it
Cock
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
ca
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
with
it
Then
you
better
get
back
I
open
yo'
chest
And
make
it
look
just
like
a
wet
cat
This
is
a
death
trap
I'm
a
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
tha
fishes
Enemy
Turf
Time
to
strap
up
What
1 Drop It Like It's Hot
2 Drop It Like It's Hot
3 Respect Us
4 Remember Me
5 Remember Me
6 F*** Tha World
7 Fuck Tha World
8 Lights Off
9 High Beamin'
10 High Beamin'
11 Young Playa
12 Kisha
13 Watcha Wanna Do
14 Loud Pipes
15 Loud Pipes
16 Intro
17 Kisha
18 Enemy Turf
19 Enemy Turf
20 Not Like Me
21 You Want War
22 Up to Me
23 Come On
24 Come On
25 Drop It Like It's Hot
26 Loud Pipes
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