Enemy Turf
(专辑: Tha Block Is Hot - 1999)
When I
say I
don't give a
fuck I
mean that yeah Niggas brains is getting bust I
done seen that yeah If a
shipment was coming in I
need a
haul of that wodie I
need a
sixty-forty nigga And no charging that wodie You done heard about Michael Jackson And shiggidy shit But you ain't never heard about me When I'm flissing a
bitch Niggas doors getting knocked Clean off of the
hinge See that red dot coming for Me and my girlfriend? 'Cause I
wants mine I
needs mine And I'm about to get mine But these dying Look little daddy You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas You needs to be worried about when Juvi coming 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 aight? 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 little brother Weezy 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 little brother Weezy My big brother Juvi Both hit the
blocks Strapped up with the
Uzis What, what, la 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
drop the
top and then I
dip I
hit his block 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 a
small fry, but gorilla 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 for 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 blowing '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 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 little brother Weezy 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 little brother Weezy All I
know is the
streets And how to strap up When it's time 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
brr If ya don't know now Then ya never will learn You can play with Lil Wayne And your block get burned You must love to go swimming '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 with it Then you better get back I
open your chest And make it look just like a
wet cat This is a
death trap I'm a
guerrilla and I
mean it Leave your head still in a
beaning Lying on the
cement Calico-steaming Red-dot beaming, dressed up suspicious Play with Lil Weezy, you'll be dinner for the
fishes 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 little brother Weezy 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 little brother Weezy Enemy turf Time to strap up What