kickin' Kickin' Kickin' Kickin' For star sanity Trapped on a memory Trapped under water and coal We drift like refugees Tossed 'round-roughly And scream at the border control It's easy Just start kickin
morge with a tag on yo toe Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go I'm a preach this up until the moment i'm on momo I follow my first rhyme cuz
the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police Cause in they hear they feel
to the gut I come to kick a scrumpdelicious bone out your butt You're funkin with the O-Dad; and yo, guess what I got a RHYME and I'm puttin it where
So when I kick rhymes, my victims die quicker I'm broke, no cheese, my ho's cracker Snort third verse of Pigions, I'll show you a dope rapper I'll shit
i'm sayin, let's ride, lo rida, come on! [EAMON:] Feelin high, gotta ride it, i take routes to ease my life and there's no doubt i test my life, still i, i
what I'll do ya I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter I'll, I'll use the pump, the
the boy? He is now envoy Like I just took him to the counter but I leave 'em how I leave 'em And I Colt feed him when I greet him With the pounders like
ya! - Dirty is what I'll do ya! I-I'll use the Sig, the pump or the German Luger! I-I'll be the shooter! - I-I'll be the shooter! I-I'll use the Colt
I bare I'm glad God is there Aint no complaints it's hard but it's fair I ain't laying down even when it's trouble It ain't nothing I just keep me a hustle
wrestlers far from young gotta owe money Been comin outta droughts with 3 O's on dummies, we them [Ludacris:] Gangstas! [Jacki-O:] I don't think that
for two, breathe for two now. Walk for two? I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. Five months , how it grows. Five months now, I begin
hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I
in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes No one
and dodge you like snitches I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches [Chorus] [E.D.I.] That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope
What's the number? 323-6545, tell her it's Pac Chorus: repeat 2X When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass Soon as I get released, I'ma
I die? Come on let's picture the possibility Givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit
be deceased I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain? How vicious this Thug motherfucker came When I die, I
