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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 nigg* posted up on every perimeter around your house,
and we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to lose time,
we some wanna be eating better in due time,
muth* fk leaving the block, its better to use nines,
It ain't no secret I'm cheatin, however Juve shines,
The prisons got way more than the streets do,
who average more than 30 murders a week (nigg* we do)
It ain't a war thang, its a fk me, and fk y'all thang,
And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bar man,
So think twice about leaving the gun in the car man,
nigg* don't give a fk, by moon and sun in the war man,
Ain't no everybody, its for self in New Orleans,
If you paying draft you don't deserve to be balling,
Chorus (Juvenile X2)
Its enemy turf that im on,
so I'ma play it how it go,
c*ck the hollow points into my black calico,
I'ma make all these b*tch 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 fks with no one,
I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open,
To all you b*tch doubting the force, its gon' get ugly,
I'm that nigg* that'll fk you up quick, thats why the streets love me,
Catch me posted on Louisiana and Robertson doing it,
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 let me serve it,
You holding on the coke now whats the purpose, reals goin hook it up too,
nigg* the scheme is perfect, ya heard me,
now why is you acting like it ain't worth it,
see you gon' make me take it, nigg* I gotta make it, whats shakin,
Chorus (Juvenile X2)
Turk Talking
Say nigg*, heard from that nigg* Pickle lately dog,
Heared a nigg* got all kinda s**t ever since he hit that lick he
don't want to fk with a nigg*, but look this what we gonna do man,
I want you to go get your and go find that muth* fka do him in,
ain't nuthing going on around this muth* fka if I ain't got my hands in it,
I put a nigg* on his feet and this how he gonna treat a nigg*,
I promise, I put that on my babies dawg, we gon get that muth* fka,
we don't care what he owe us,
Verse 3 (Juvenile)
They talking bout' whippin a sting on me cuz they say I've been making too much,
fk 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,
Nuhas and Curlyhead them dirty in the TC,
s**t 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 from Freret Street,
Chorus (X2)
