("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
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[Juvenile]
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Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path
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'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had
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Bitch-nigga called hisself killin' my dog
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But he didn't, though, so I'm tyin' up him and his broad
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Betta say somethin', and it betta be what I wanna hear
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I'm listenin' - scary bitches started shittin' and pissin'
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You might see him on a milk carton, dog - he still missin'
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Somebody might catch him up on a hook when they fishin'
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Look, I've been itchin' to get bitches, money, and jewels
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I know some nigga's got a package - I'ma run with the fool
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Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong
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'Cause niggas is followers, and some of 'em led wrong
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But if I bust a cap in 'em, I will be dead wrong
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They don't know what's happenin', and I ain't gonna say it to 'em
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'Cause bitches be catchin' conversation inspectin'
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And fuck up and give them people some bad information
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(Hook [Juvenile])
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Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
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Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
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Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me
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Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
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("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
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[Juvenile]
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You'se a certified clown in my eyes
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That's the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your side
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You talk a good game, but you a ho when they ride
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Nigga don't have to look for you - they know you inside
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You probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth
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Protected custody so you don't come in your house
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Motherfucker, where all the shit you said you was 'bout?
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Let you tell it - you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south
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[B.G.]
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Can't be fuckin' with no lame, fake,
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ain't even gon' watch your back, nigga
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Get popped - can't handle the pressure and rat, nigga
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Take the whole clique down runnin' his lips
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Can't come back in the bricks now, he'll get flipped
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It's a cold game, but I don't give a fuck, my nigga
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I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigga up my nigga
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Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch -
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I take this game to heart, unless niggas disagree
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(Hook [Juvenile])
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[B.G.]
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I'm a lil' man - stand my ground no matter what
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Glock glued to my hand - there's no one you can trust
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Niggas turned on they own nigga behind Geez
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If I think they won't turn on me, I'm outta luck
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So I roll first - cock and shoot first
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Gotta stay over the head to duck a T-shirt
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You want beef? You want war? You want me?
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Nothin' between us but air and opportunity
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Don't talk 'bout what you gon' do - do it, nigga
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'Cause you're wastin' your breath - go 'head, prove it, nigga
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Shit's real - I ain't got time to fake
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Time's money - I ain't got time to waste
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But on the straight with me bein' real
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To let others' niggas know I don't fake - ya gotta get killed
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Oh, bitch-nigga playin' with a rich nigga like me
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Ya wind up six feet, clown
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(Hook [Juvenile])
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Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
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Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
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Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me
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Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
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("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
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Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
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Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
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Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me
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Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
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("K-k-kick it!")
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Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
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Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
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Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me
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Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
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[Juvenile {talking}]
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Step up!
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Wherever the fuck you is, nigga
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Don't throw a motherfuckin' brick
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and hide your hand like a ol' pussy-ass, nigga
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("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
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Come out to the light, nigga - let me see who you is
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You wan' do me somethin' or harm my kids, nigga, show your face
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Make it known you're beefin' with me
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Know wh'I'm sayin'
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Ol' scary-ass nigga gon' hide
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Come out here, playa - catch me all over New Orl |