Get In Line Lyrics by B.G.

Get In Line Lyrics

    ("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 [juvenile])

    [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 [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!")

    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
    ("k-k-kick it!")

    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

    [juvenile {talking}]
    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!")

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