Fifty Injuries, They threw him to his knees, kicked him till he bled from his ears Taking another fist, he's not a terrorist, no attempt to resist arrest
every type Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing While half you busters in this damn game are still teething
ropes and climbing the ranks He kicked and he scratched to get his shot And he never kissed ass on his way to the top He says hey man, here I am Rocking
man couldn't predict I start the ball, prick, you better flee 'cause I get ticked It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm '
I could be heard I said, 'Rocky, if you're out there, I think you're a nerd. "And I'll lick you and bury you like a dog turd!" I got kicked out, but
' weed) Rock on like what the fuck (What the fuck?) Jersey that's whassup, Brick City Jersey that's whassup (Whassup, yo?) You heard me light the Dutch (Smokin' weed) Rock
you still can't loop it 'Cause it's not to be found but if you do Nothin' you could try make you sound like the crew Geah man Just another gangsta kickin
got pick a bic to stick To kick some shit, chicks I dick with the One Give up the fun with the gun, my son I don't run, I kick mothafuckers done It
poetic ass kicking Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail That hung on my big toe, as I flow upward Kicking yo on ya eardrum
Right now, I'm about to shake and bake(kick it) Shake and bake Once again we're taking over The d-flow pimp rovers The one who bent your summer
niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You keep on disrespectin it, we kick
the time, straight addicted Paranoid, my dog might be a detective, so I don't wanna kick it Even though I don't rob banks or sell street rocks I still
hospital patients On the weekend pass, but I still come sick Psychopathic, you're dealin wit a deranged lunatic (right) Soon to kick ya teeth in and
[Paladin] Dancin with the dudes, watch your step, One slip, my teeth rip through your neck. All flesh. Always been fresh always will be, Shadows in
'm a juggernaut, you're not, you don't want it And you don't want us to rock your knot You don't call us if you got some thoughts You just call us to rock
blunted Whip smelling like fish from 125th Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs Back seat with my leg all stiff Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks Rocks
with his teeth missin' begging for mercy No more God, the 68 thousand down a pair of three Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin' Cham snatched his flag four big rocks
