Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Enemy Turf, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Enemy Turf |
| Ah hmmm hmmmm |
| Hmmmm Hmmm |
| When I say I don’t give a fuck |
| I mean that yeah |
| ?? |
| brains is getting bust |
| I didn’t say that yeah |
| If a shipment was comin in |
| I need a ?? |
| wodie |
| I need a sixty-forty nigga |
| And no chargin' that wodie |
| You done heard about Michael Jackson |
| And shiggidy shit |
| But you ain’t never heard about me |
| When i’m flissin a bitch |
| Niggas shoulders gettin knocked |
| Clean off of they head |
| See that red dot comin from |
| Me and my girlfriend |
| Cause I wants mine |
| I needs mine |
| And i’m about to get mine |
| At these times |
| Look lil' daddy |
| You ain’t got to worry about none of these other niggas |
| You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin 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 aright |
| It’s enemy turf that i’m on |
| So i’ma play it how it go |
| Cock the hollow points |
| And tote my black calicoe |
| My lil' brother Weezy |
| My big brother Juvi |
| Four hit the blocks |
| Strapped up with the Uzis |
| What, What, La |
| Gun for gun |
| Eye for eye |
| Better move yo' wife and son |
| 'Cause i ride or die |
| Cashmoney 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 ?? |
| I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock 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 small frie |
| Guerilla when it’s war time |
| Y’all better learn |
| When this nigga shoot it’ll be all hell |
| Well then let 'em burn |
| Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go |
| If i don’t get my dough |
| Then hell will be all blowin' |
| 'Till i R.I.P CMR i be |
| I put it down for all my peeps |
| Nigga, i’m HB for real |
| All i know is the streets |
| And how to strap up |
| When it’s time shoot it |
| Cock yo' heaters |
| Tie up yo' 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 bbbbrrrrrr |
| If ya don’t know now |
| Then ya never will learn |
| You ca play with Lil' Wayne |
| And yo' block get burned |
| You must love to go swimmin |
| Cause tha water gets deeper |
| See i bust you wide open |
| And take 'ya 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 wit it |
| Then you better get back |
| I open yo' chest |
| And make it look just like a wet cat |
| This is a death trap |
| i’ma a guerilla and i mean it |
| leave ya' head still in a beanin' |
| ?? |
| on the semen |
| Calicoe steamin' |
| Red dot beamin' |
| Dressed up suspicious |
| Play with lil' Weezy you’ll be ?? |
| for the vicious |
| Enemy Turf |
| Time to strap up |
| What |