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("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
Juvenile
nigg* 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-nigg* 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 girls started s**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 girls, money, and jewels
I know some nigg*'s got a package - I'ma run with the fool
Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong
'Cause 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 girls be catchin' conversation inspectin'
And fk up and give them people some bad information
(Hook Juvenile)
Now point the nigg* 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 s**t bags on your side
You talk a good game, but you a ho when they ride
nigg* 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
Motherfker, where all the s**t you said you was 'bout?
Let you tell it - you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south
B.G.
Can't be fkin' with no lame, fake,
ain't even gon' watch your back, nigg*
Get popped - can't handle the pressure and rat, nigg*
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 fk, my nigg*
I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigg* up my nigg*
Then go get a mill, fk my b*tch -
I take this game to heart, unless 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
turned on they own nigg* 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, nigg*
'Cause you're wastin' your breath - go 'head, prove it, nigg*
s**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' know I don't fake - ya gotta get killed
Oh, b*tch-nigg* playin' with a rich nigg* like me
Ya wind up six feet, clown
(Hook Juvenile)
Now point the nigg* 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 nigg* 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 nigg* 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 fk you is, nigg*
Don't throw a motherfkin' brick
and hide your hand like a ol' p*ssy-ass, nigg*
("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
Come out to the light, nigg* - let me see who you is
You wan' do me somethin' or harm my kids, nigg*, show your face
Make it known you're beefin' with me
Know wh'I'm sayin'
Ol' scary-ass nigg* gon' hide
Come out here, playa - catch me all over New Orleans, nigg*
On the block, in the hood, wherever
B.G., nigg*, always on V.L.
We gon' keep it real - know wh'I'm sayin'
("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
