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b.g. (baby gangsta) - get in line lyrics

(“one! two! three! kick it!”)

[juvenile]
n-gga 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
b-tch-n-gga called hisself k!llin’ 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 b-tches started sh-ttin’ and p-ssin’
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 b-tches, money, and jewels
i know some n-gga’s got a package – i’ma run with the fool
through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong
cause n-ggas 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 b-tches be catchin’ conversation inspectin’
and f-ck up and give them people some bad information

[hook: juvenile]
now point the n-gga 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 sh-t bags on your side
you talk a good game, but you a ho when they ride
n-gga don’t have to look for you – they know you inside
you probly got your tail in your -ss, your thumb in your mouth
protected custody so you don’t come in your house
motherf-cker, where all the sh-t you said you was ’bout?
let you tell it – you been ’bout bustin’ heads in the south

[b.g.]
can’t be f-ckin’ with no lame, fake
ain’t even gon’ watch your back, n-gga
get popped – can’t handle the pressure and rat, n-gga
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 f-ck, my n-gga
i feel threatened by anybody, i’ma bust that n-gga up my n-gga
then go get a mill, f-ck my b-tch –
i take this game to heart, unless n-ggas 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
n-ggas turned on they own n-gga behind geez
if i think they won’t turn on me, i’m outta luck
so i roll first – c-ck 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, n-gga
cause you’re wastin’ your breath – go ‘head, prove it, n-gga
sh-t’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’ n-ggas know i don’t fake – ya gotta get k!lled
oh, b-tch-n-gga playin’ with a rich n-gga like me
ya wind up six feet, clown

[hook]

[outro: juvenile]
step up!
wherever the f-ck you is, n-gga
don’t throw a motherf-ckin’ brick
and hide your hand like a ol’ p-ssy–ss, n-gga
(“one! two! three! kick it!”)
come out to the light, n-gga – let me see who you is
you wan’ do me somethin’ or harm my kids, n-gga, show your face
make it known you’re beefin’ with me
know wh’i’m sayin’
ol’ scary–ss n-gga gon’ hide
come out here, playa – catch me all over new orleans, n-gga
on the block, in the hood, wherever
b.g., n-gga, always on v.l
we gon’ keep it real – know wh’i’m sayin’

(“one! two! three! kick it!”)

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