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!")