Grizz - Enemy Turf lyrics

[Verse 1: Juvenile] 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 n***a posted up on every perimeter around your house And we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to loose time We some n***as who wanna be eating better in due time Muther f** leaving the block, better to use nines It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my j**els shines The prisons got way more n***as than the streets do Who average more than 30 murders a week (n***a we do) It ain't a war thang, its a f** me, f** 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 n***a don't give a f** 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: repeat 2X] Its enemy turf that I'm on So I'ma play it how it go co*k the hollow points into my black calico I'ma make all these b**h n***as respect me right Please let me hit another lick, I'ma be set for life [Verse 2: Juvenile] 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**s with no one I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open To all you b**h n***as doubting the force, its gon' get ugly I'm that n***a that'll f** you up quick, thats why the streets love me Catch me posted with Lil' Weezy, (?) I'm doing it n***as 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 n***a the scheme is perfect, ya heared me Now why is you acting like it ain't worth it You gon' make me take it, n***a I gotta make it [Chorus] [Talking] Say n***a, heard a n***a picking (?) Heard a n***a got all kinda sh** ever since he hit that lick he Don't want to f** with a n***a, but look this what we gonna do man I want you to go get your n***as and go find that muther f**er do him in Ain't nuthing going on around this muther f**er if I ain't got my hands in it I put a n***a on his feet and this how he gonna treat a n***a ? I promise, I put this on my babies dawg, we gon get that motherf**er [Verse 3: Juvenile] They talking bout' putting a sting on me cuz they say I've been making too much f** 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 n***as dirty in the TC sh** 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 n***as from Feret Street [Chorus]