[Juvenile]
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Ah hmmm hmmmm
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Hmmmm Hmmm
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[Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
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When I say I don't give a fuck
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I mean that yeah
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?? brains is getting bust
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I didn't say that yeah
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If a shipment was comin in
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I need a ?? wodie
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I need a sixty-forty nigga
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And no chargin' that wodie
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You done heard about Michael Jackson
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And shiggidy shit
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But you ain't never heard about me
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When i'm flissin a bitch
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Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
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Clean off of they head
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See that red dot comin from
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Me and my girlfriend
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Cause I wants mine
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I needs mine
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And i'm about to get mine
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At these times
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Look lil' daddy
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You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas
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You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
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Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
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Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all
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Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice
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I still bust a nigga head on the block aright
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[Chorus 2x (Juvenile & Lil' Wayne)]
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[Juvenile]
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It's enemy turf that i'm on
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So i'ma play it how it go
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Cock the hollow points
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And tote my black calicoe
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My lil' brother Weezy
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[Lil' Wayne]
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My big brother Juvi
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Four hit the blocks
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Strapped up with the Uzis
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[Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)]
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What, What, La
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Gun for gun
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Eye for eye
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Better move yo' wife and son
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'Cause i ride or die
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Cashmoney Hot Boy
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Bless me when i'm gone
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But until then load up the chrome cause it's on
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I been bout it
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Put a ??????
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I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip
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And i be full of that trash
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i be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast
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Watch the bullets chop off the head
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And make 'em fall in the grass
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One move they all die
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Lil' Weezy small frie
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Guerilla when it's war time
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Y'all better learn
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When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell
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Well then let 'em burn
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????????????????
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Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go
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If i don't get my dough
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Then hell will be all blowin'
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'Till i R.I.P CMR i be
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I put it down for all my peeps
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Nigga, i'm HB for real
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Verse 3]
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All i know is the streets
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And how to strap up
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When it's time shoot it
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Cock yo' heaters
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Tie up yo' bags
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It's time to do it
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Blaze the blunt
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Shut off the lights
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And cut down the music
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Roll down the windows
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Turn the corner
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And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
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If ya don't know now
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Then ya never will learn
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You ca play with Lil' Wayne
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And yo' block get burned
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You must love to go swimmin
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Cause tha water gets deeper
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See i bust you wide open
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And take 'ya daughter with me
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Here come the beat boy
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Shoot out the street lights
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Time to bring on the heat boy
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If you ain't really wit it
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Then you better get back
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I open yo' chest
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And make it look just like a wet cat
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This is a death trap
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i'ma a guerilla and i mean it
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leave ya' head still in a beanin'
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?? on the semen
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Calicoe steamin'
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Red dot beamin'
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Dressed up suspicious
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Play with lil' Weezy you'll be ?? for the vicious
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[Chorus 2x]
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Enemy Turf
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Time to strap up
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What
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Enemy Turf
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Lil' Wayne |