Lyrical Breakdown of Enemy Turf - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Enemy Turf" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juvenile weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Enemy Turf" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Juvenile employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Juvenile's narrative.

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C'mon C'mon I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you goin' tell me where its at You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the Mac Black hood with black gloves, bandana around the mouth A nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house And we didn't come here for one meeting or here to lose time We some niggas who wanna be eating better with due time Motherfuck leaving the block, it's better to use nines It ain't no secret, I'm cheap, however my jewels shines The prisons got way more niggas than the streets do Who average more than thirty 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 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, it's for self in New Orleans If you paying draft you don't deserve to be balling Its enemy turf that I'm on So I'm a play it how it go Cock the hollow points into my black Calico I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life Its enemy turf that I'm on So I'm a play it how it go Cock the hollow points into my black Calico I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life Look I'm a solid one seventy, 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 I went and copped me for guns, I'm 'bout to bust this open To all you bitch niggas doubting the force, it goin' to get ugly I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me Catch me posted on Louisiana and Robertson doin' it Niggas having problems with coke and we still movin' it Whatever's on the market I can work it I ain't scared, I ain't nervous, give it to Juve dog and let me serve it You holdin' on the coke now whats the purpose Ray's gonna hook it up too Nigga the scheme is perfect, ya heard me Now why is you acting like it ain't worth it So you gonna make me take it, nigga I gotta make it, what shit Its enemy turf that I'm on So I'm a play it how it go Cock the hollow points into my black Calico I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life Its enemy turf that I'm on So I'm a play it how it go Cock the hollow points into my black Calico I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life Say nigga, heard from that nigga Pickle lately darlin' Heard the nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick We don't want to fuck with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do man I want you to go get your niggas man And go find that motherfucka' do him in Ain't nothing going on around this mutha fucka If I ain't got my hands in it I put a nigga on feet, this how you gonna treat a nigga? But I promise, I put this on my babies, dog We goin' get that motherfucka' We don't care what he owes They talking 'bout whipping a sting on me 'Cause they say I've been making too much Fuck what they talking 'bout, this how I grew up But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this you up We had some altercations and things but they got blew up Nuhas and Curlyhead, them niggas dirty in the TC Shit that a G like me couldn't even tell you on a CD So I'm a make all of my enemies never forget me You looking at one of the realest niggas from Feret Street Its enemy turf that I'm on So I'm a 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'm a be set for life Its enemy turf that I'm on So I'm a play it how it go Cock the hollow points into my black Calico I'm a make all these bitch niggas respect me right Please let me hit another lick, I'm a be set for life