Enemy Turf Juvenile

[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 nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house
And we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to loose time
We some niggas who wanna be eating better in due time
Muther fuck leaving the block, better to use nines
It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines
The prisons got way more niggas than the streets do
Who average more than 30 murders a week (nigga we do)
It ain't a war thang, its a fuck me, fuck 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
Nigga don't give a fuck 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
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
I'ma make all these bitch niggas respect me right
Please let me hit another lick, I'ma be set for life