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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 nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house,
and we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to lose time,
we some niggas wanna be eating better in due time,
mutha fuck leaving the block, its better to use nines,
It ain't no secret I'm cheatin, however Juve 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, and fuck 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,
Nigga don't give a fuck, 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,
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

[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 fucks with no one,