B.G. - Get In Line Lyrics
(one! two! three! kick it!)[juvenile]Nigga know I hate his guts, so he dont cross my pathcause he know Ive been survivin all of the wars I had*****-nigga called hisself killin my dogBut he didnt, though, so Im tyin up him and his broadBetta say somethin, and it betta be what I wanna hearIm listenin - scary *****es started shittin and pissinYou might see him on a milk carton, dog - he still missinSomebody might catch him up on a hook when they fishinLook, Ive been itchin to get *****es, money, and jewelsI know some niggas got a package - ima run with the foolThrough the years older playaz told me to keep my head strongcause niggas is followers, and some of em led wrongBut if I bust a cap in em, I will be dead wrongThey dont know whats happenin, and I aint gonna say it to emcause *****es be catchin conversation inspectinAnd ***** up and give them people some bad information(hook [juvenile])Now point the nigga out if he wan do it with meStep to the front of the line, let me see who you beAir and opportunity - that aint nothin to meLook, I got somethin Im totin thatll cut you in three(one! two! three! kick it!)[juvenile]Youse a certified clown in my eyesThats the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your sideYou talk a good game, but you a ho when they rideNigga dont have to look for you - they know you insideYou probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouthProtected custody so you dont come in your houseMother*****er, where all the shit you said you was bout?Let you tell it - you been bout bustin heads in the south[b.g.]Cant be *****in with no lame, fake,Aint even gon watch your back, niggaGet popped - cant handle the pressure and rat, niggaTake the whole clique down runnin his lipsCant come back in the bricks now, hell get flippedIts a cold game, but I dont give a *****, my niggaI feel threatened by anybody, ima bust that nigga up my niggaThen go get a mill, ***** my ***** -I take this game to heart, unless niggas disagree(hook [juvenile])[b.g.]Im a lil man - stand my ground no matter whatGlock glued to my hand - theres no one you can trustNiggas turned on they own nigga behind geezIf I think they wont turn on me, Im outta luckSo I roll first - ***** and shoot firstGotta stay over the head to duck a t-shirtYou want beef? you want war? you want me?Nothin between us but air and opportunityDont talk bout what you gon do - do it, niggacause youre wastin your breath - go head, prove it, niggaShits real - I aint got time to fakeTimes money - I aint got time to wasteBut on the straight with me bein realTo let others niggas know I dont fake - ya gotta get killedOh, *****-nigga playin with a rich nigga like meYa wind up six feet, clown(hook [juvenile])Now point the nigga out if he wan do it with meStep to the front of the line, let me see who you beAir and opportunity - that aint nothin to meLook, I got somethin Im totin thatll cut you in three(one! two! three! kick it!)Now point the nigga out if he wan do it with meStep to the front of the line, let me see who you beAir and opportunity - that aint nothin to meLook, I got somethin Im totin thatll cut you in three(k-k-kick it!)Now point the nigga out if he wan do it with meStep to the front of the line, let me see who you beAir and opportunity - that aint nothin to meLook, I got somethin Im totin thatll cut you in three[juvenile {talking}]Step up!Wherever the ***** you is, niggaDont throw a mother*****in brickAnd hide your hand like a ol *****-ass, nigga(one! two! three! kick it!)Come out to the light, nigga - let me see who you isYou wan do me somethin or harm my kids, nigga, show your faceMake it known youre beefin with meKnow whIm sayinOl scary-ass nigga gon hideCome out here, playa - catch me all over new orleans, niggaOn the block, in the hood, whereverB.g., nigga, always on v.l.We gon keep it real - know whIm sayin(one! two! three! kick it!)(one! two! three! kick it!)
