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get in line - b.g. lyrics

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one, two, three, kick it

n-gg- 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-gg- 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 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-gg-‘s got a package, i’ma run with the fool
through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong
’cause n-gg-s 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

now point the n-gg- 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)

you’re 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-gg- 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

can’t be f-ckin’ with no lame, fake
ain’t even gon’ watch your back, n-gg-
get popped, can’t handle the pressure and rat, n-gg-
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-gg-
i feel threatened by anybody, i’ma bust that n-gg- up my n-gg-
then go get a mill, f-ck my b-tch
i take this game to heart, unless n-gg-s disagree

now point the n-gg- 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)

i’m a lil’ man, stand my ground no matter what
glock glued to my hand, there’s no one you can trust
n-gg-s turned on they own n-gg- 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-gg-
’cause you’re wastin’ your breath, go ‘head, prove it, n-gg-
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-gg-s know i don’t fake, ya gotta get killed
oh, b-tch-n-gg- playin’ with a rich n-gg- like me
ya wind up six feet, clown

now point the n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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
(kick it)

now point the n-gg- 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

step up, wherever the f-ck you is, n-gg-
don’t throw a motherf-ckin’ brick
and hide your hand like a ol’ p-ssy–ss, n-gg-
(one, two, three, kick it)

come out to the light, n-gg-, let me see who you is?
you wan’ do me somethin’ or harm my kids, n-gg-, show your face
make it known you’re beefin’ with me, know wh’i’m sayin’?

ol’ scary–ss n-gg- gon’ hide, come out here, playa
catch me all over new orleans, n-gg-
on the block, in the hood, wherever
b.g., n-gg-, 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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