Enemy Turf )
Lil Wayne Lyrics

When I say I don't give a fuck
I genuinely don't care about anything

I mean that yeah
That's precisely what I meant

When them niggas brains is getting bust
When those men are getting shot in the head

I done seen that yeah
I've witnessed this happen

If a shipment was coming in
If drugs were being delivered

I need a lot of that wodie
I require a significant amount of those drugs

I need a sixty-forty nigga
I want a deal where I receive 60% of the profits

And no chargin' that wodie
Without overcharging me for the drugs

You done heard about Michael Jackson
You've heard all about Michael Jackson's scandals

And shiggidy shit
And miscellaneous crap

But you ain't never heard about me
But you haven't heard about my exploits

When I'm flissin a bitch
When I'm showing off my wealth to a woman

Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
People are getting shot

Clean off of they head
Directly in the head, killing them immediately

See that red dot comin from
Notice the laser sight aiming from

Me and my girlfriend
Me and my gun

Cause I wants mine
Because I want what's rightfully mine

I needs mine
I need what's mine

And I'm about to get mine
I'm about to receive what's mine

At these times
During these moments

Look lil' daddy
Listen closely

You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas
You shouldn't be concerned with anyone else

You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
You should be worried about when Juvi is going to get you

Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
I'll make a call to the person in charge

Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all
You should handle your affairs before I take action against you

Even though a nigga rich and I rock ice
Even though I'm wealthy and have expensive jewelry

I still bust a nigga head on the block aright
I'm still capable of killing someone in the streets

It's enemy turf that I'm on
I'm in dangerous territory

So I'ma play it how it go
So I'll act accordingly

Cock the hollow points
Load the hollow tip bullets

And tote my black calicoe
And carry my black automatic rifle

Gun for gun
Matching their weapons with our own

Eye for eye
Exact retaliation

Better move yo' wife and son
You should relocate your family for their safety

Cause I ride or die
Because I'm committed until the end

Cash money Hot Boy
Young, wealthy gangster affiliated with Cash Money Records

Bless me when I'm gone
Remember me positively when I'm dead

But until then load up the chrome cause it's on
But in the meantime, prepare your guns because a fight is imminent

I been bout it
I've been involved in this lifestyle

Put a four up in my lip and put my dirty up in the clip
Put a blunt in my mouth and insert ammunition into the gun magazine

I drop the top and then I flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip
I lower the convertible roof and turn the music up, making them move and dance

And I be full of that trash
And I'm high on drugs

I be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast
I'll be the first person to quickly exit the car and start shooting

Watch the bullets chop off the head
See the bullets hit and kill our enemies

And make 'em fall in the grass
And make their bodies collapse onto the grass

One move they all die
Anyone who makes even a slight movement will die

Lil' Weezy small frie
Lil' Wayne is a small person who shouldn't be underestimated

Gorilla when it's war time
I become a savage during battles

Y'all better learn
You all need to figure this out

When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell
When I start shooting, it'll be total chaos

Well then let 'em burn
So just let them suffer

Hold him for ransom hear him this morning
Take him hostage and demand payment in exchange for his release

Seven churn and I be damn if I let 'em go
Seven days until I'll act, and I won't let them go without a fight

If I don't get my dough
If I don't receive my share of the money

Then hell will be all blowin'
Then there will be chaos and destruction

Till I R.I.P C-M-R I be
I'll be committed to Cash Money Records until I die

I put it down for all my peeps
I represent my associates and gang members

Nigga, I'm H-B for real
I'm a real hot boy (a member of Cash Money Records)

All I know is the streets
All I'm familiar with is the dangerous lifestyle of the streets

And how to strap up
And how to arm myself

When it's time shoot it
When it's time to shoot, do it

Cock yo' heaters
Load your guns

Tie up yo' bags
Secure your bag of money

It's time to do it
It's time to take action

Blaze the blunt
Smoke the marijuana

Shut off the lights
Turn off the lights

And cut down the music
And turn off the music

Roll down the windows
Lower the car windows

Turn the corner
Drive around the corner

And let loose with the,
And start shooting with the guns

If ya don't know now
If you don't already know

Then ya never will learn
Then you'll never figure it out

You ca play with Lil' Wayne
You can mess with me

And yo' block get burned
And your neighborhood will be destroyed

You must love to go swimming
You must like to get wet (with blood)

Cause the water gets deeper
Because the violence will escalate

See I bust you wide open
I will shoot you and leave a gaping wound

And take 'ya daughter with me
And kidnap your daughter

Here come the beat boy
Here comes the instrumental (music)

Shoot out the street lights
Shoot at the streetlights to cause chaos and confusion

Time to bring on the heat boy
It's time to start a fight

If you ain't really wit it
If you're not actually involved in this dangerous lifestyle

Then you better get back
Then you better stay away

I open yo' chest
I'll shoot you in the chest

And make it look just like a wet cat
And make the wound look like an opened animal carcass

This is a death trap
This is a place of no escape

I'm a guerrilla and I mean it
I'm a savage and I really mean it

Leave ya' head still in a beanin'
Leave your head motionless and bloodied

Not on the cement
Not on the pavement

Calicoe steamin'
Automatic rifle smoking

Red dot beamin'
Laser sight pointed at the target

Dressed up suspicious
Wearing clothing that suggests criminal intent

Play with Lil Weezy you'll be dinner for the fishes
Mess with me and you'll be killed and thrown into the water

Enemy Turf
Dangerous territory

Time to strap up
Time to arm yourself