Welcome 2 Tha Nolia Juvenile (Ft. Turk)

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
It's World War III where I'ma be with 2 stars
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool
Move all your valuables, cause them boyz at your throat with them calicos
I mean, me myself, I just don't wanna see nobody get hurt
Wanna live? Keep your black ass from out of my turf
You look like wanna of them boyz that ain't never been fucked over
I'm 'bout to change that, send that boy to tha Nolia
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets
If he think we fakin', he gon' know after we cock it
And come to the CJ's, if you wanna score something
Get my peeps laid cause we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick
Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man
Now I'm gettin' processed with a red band

[Chorus: Juvenile]
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest whodie, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up