Enemy turf

[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 meeting, or here to loose time, we some niggas who wanna be eating better in due time, mutha fuck leaving the block, better to use nines, It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines, The prisons got 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, fuck y'all thang, And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bars man, So think twice about leaving the gun in the car man, Nigga don't give a fuck about moving son on the wall man, Ain't no everybody, its yourself and you all in, If you paying traps you don't deserve to be balling,