("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
[Juvenile]
n***a 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**h-n***a called hisself k**in' 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**hes started sh**tin' 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 b**hes, money, and j**els
I know some n***a's got a package - I'ma run with the fool
Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong
Cause n***as 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**hes be catchin' conversation inspectin'
And f** up and give them people some bad information
[Hook: Juvenile]
Now point the n***a 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** bags on your side
You talk a good game, but you a ho when they ride
n***a don't have to look for you - they know you inside
You probly got your tail in your a**, your thumb in your mouth
Protected custody so you don't come in your house
Motherf**er, where all the sh** you said you was 'bout?
Let you tell it - you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south
[B.G.]
Can't be f**in' with no lame, fake
Ain't even gon' watch your back, n***a
Get popped - can't handle the pressure and rat, n***a
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**, my n***a
I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that n***a up my n***a
Then go get a mill, f** my b**h -
I take this game to heart, unless n***as 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***as turned on they own n***a behind Geez
If I think they won't turn on me, I'm outta luck
So I roll first - co*k 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***a
Cause you're wastin' your breath - go 'head, prove it, n***a
sh**'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***as know I don't fake - ya gotta get k**ed
Oh, b**h-n***a playin' with a rich n***a like me
Ya wind up six feet, clown
[Hook]
[Outro: Juvenile]
Step up!
Wherever the f** you is, n***a
Don't throw a motherf**in' brick
And hide your hand like a ol' p**y-a**, n***a
("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
Come out to the light, n***a - let me see who you is
You wan' do me somethin' or harm my kids, n***a, show your face
Make it known you're beefin' with me
Know wh'I'm sayin'
Ol' scary-a** n***a gon' hide
Come out here, playa - catch me all over New Orleans, n***a
On the block, in the hood, wherever
B.G., n***a, always on V.L
We gon' keep it real - know wh'I'm sayin'
("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")