[Juvenile]
  Ah hmmm hmmmm
  Hmmmm Hmmm
  
  [Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
  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
  
  [Chorus 2x (Juvenile & Lil' Wayne)]
  [Juvenile]
  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
  
  [Lil' Wayne]
  My big brother Juvi
  Four hit the blocks
  Strapped up with the Uzis
  
  [Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)]
  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
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  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
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  
  [Verse 3]
  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
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  
  Enemy Turf
  Time to strap up
  What