Get in Line

("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") [Juvenile] Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had Bitch-nigga called hisself killin' my dog But he didn't, though, so I'm tyin' up him and his broad Betta say somethin', and it betta be what I wanna hear I'm listenin' - scary bitches started shittin' and pissin' You might see him on a milk carton, dog - he still missin' Somebody might catch him up on a hook when they fishin' Look, I've been itchin' to get bitches, money, and jewels I know some nigga's got a package - I'ma run with the fool Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong Cause niggas is followers, and some of 'em led wrong But if I bust a cap in 'em, I will be dead wrong They don't know what's happenin', and I ain't gonna say it to 'em Cause bitches be catchin' conversation inspectin' And fuck up and give them people some bad information [Hook: Juvenile] Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") [Juvenile] You'se a certified clown in my eyes That's the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your side You talk a good game, but you a ho when they ride Nigga don't have to look for you - they know you inside You probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth Protected custody so you don't come in your house Motherfucker, where all the shit you said you was 'bout? Let you tell it - you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south [B.G.] Can't be fuckin' with no lame, fake Ain't even gon' watch your back, nigga Get popped - can't handle the pressure and rat, nigga Take the whole clique down runnin' his lips Can't come back in the bricks now, he'll get flipped It's a cold game, but I don't give a fuck, my nigga I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigga up my nigga Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch - I take this game to heart, unless niggas disagree [Hook] [B.G.] I'm a lil' man - stand my ground no matter what Glock glued to my hand - there's no one you can trust Niggas turned on they own nigga behind Geez If I think they won't turn on me, I'm outta luck So I roll first - cock and shoot first Gotta stay over the head to duck a T-shirt You want beef? You want war? You want me? Nothin' between us but air and opportunity Don't talk 'bout what you gon' do - do it, nigga Cause you're wastin' your breath - go 'head, prove it, nigga Shit's real - I ain't got time to fake Time's money - I ain't got time to waste But on the straight with me bein' real To let others' niggas know I don't fake - ya gotta get killed Oh, bitch-nigga playin' with a rich nigga like me Ya wind up six feet, clown [Hook] [Outro: Juvenile] Step up! Wherever the fuck you is, nigga Don't throw a motherfuckin' brick And hide your hand like a ol' pussy-ass, nigga ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") Come out to the light, nigga - let me see who you is You wan' do me somethin' or harm my kids, nigga, show your face Make it known you're beefin' with me Know wh'I'm sayin' Ol' scary-ass nigga gon' hide Come out here, playa - catch me all over New Orleans, nigga On the block, in the hood, wherever B.G., nigga, always on V.L We gon' keep it real - know wh'I'm sayin' ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")