• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• KC Tea - Tech N9ne
• Kick It - Simple Minds
• Cock It - Juvenile
• G-Code - Juvenile
• Kick It - Stevie Nicks
• Quick Fade - Feeder
• G-Code - Geto Boys
• Quick Way Out - W.C.
• Kick It - Clawfinger
• Coke - U-God
• Kick It - Manafest
• Kick It - Nitzer Ebb
• Kick Out - Beautiful Creatures
• Quick Way Out - Trespass Soundtrack
• Kick It - Neck Deep

[Hook]
What you want want
What you need
What you havin
What will it be
All we need is Hennessey then a sprite,
squeeze it in it, twist a lemon,
this one is the best one in it
[Verse 1]
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup then I'm stylin
Got KMK Slaughta House and Brotha Allan
Im KC Teas we all over the world wildin
[Course]
HENESSEY (Twist some lemon with the)
HENESSEY (Sprite go right with the)
HENESSEY (Make ya night go right with the)
KC TEA (KC TEA!)
HENESSEY (Twist some lemon with the)
HENESSEY (Sprite go right with the)
HENESSEY (Make ya night go right with the)
KC TEA (KC TEA!)
[Verse 2]
I like to drink it in a real big wine glass
At my place full of women lettin time pass
With Hennessey sprite and lemon baby im as
Drunk as skunk but a second one im on ya fine ass
The first variation from the homie Vito
We drank the Hennessey and lemon where ever we go
Then add the sprite and no seven was me-o
Then me and Kali named it enter Las Vegas Casino
Lemon or lime it don't matter to you slumps
Man that sound real good
Taste good too Punk
A double shot till ya cup'll get you crunk
Too much more when you wake up and you thump like
BAAM BAAM AHH DWAAM
This is how you feel the next day because you slammed
The KC Tea gotta take Ea-sy, like E
This is Techa Nina Kansas City Spiked Tea
[Hook]
What you want want
What you need
What you havin
What will it be
All we need is Hennessey then a sprite,
squeeze it in it, twist a lemon,
this one is the best one in it
[Course]
HENESSEY (Twist some lemon with the)
HENESSEY (Sprite go right with the)
HENESSEY (Make ya night go right with the)
KC TEA (KC TEA!)
HENESSEY (Twist some lemon with the)
HENESSEY (Sprite go right with the)
HENESSEY (Make ya night go right with the)
KC TEA (KC TEA!)
[Verse 3]
Fill the cup full of ice first
Cuz the Hennessey will melt a little ice and it might irk
Me when im all up on a tight skirt
I need a fully loaded Kansas City Tea for quenchin my thirst
If you aint got no Real lemon just let some of the lime juice spill in them
I know a lot of the Caucasian people don't really do the Hennessey
But the way that I make it I will Hen em
Convert a lot of people every year an
On St. Patties day I shared it with very weird fans
They started fightin and my leg was near rammed
I told em take it easy there's a beverage here man
KC Tea is One Hunit mayne
Check it if its flat sprite then I don't want it mayne
My money mayne is on Hennessey and the image of cream corn
I'm runnin thangs ( I'm runnin Thaaangs)
[Hook]
What you want want
What you need
What you havin
What will it be
All we need is Hennessey then a sprite,
squeeze it in it, twist a lemon,
this one is the best one in it
[Course]
HENESSEY (Twist some lemon with the)
HENESSEY (Sprite go right with the)
HENESSEY (Make ya night go right with the)
KC TEA (KC TEA!)
HENESSEY (Twist some lemon with the)
HENESSEY (Sprite go right with the)
HENESSEY (Make ya night go right with the)
KC TEA (KC TEA!)
[Verse 4]
A lot a men never sinned on the Hen
Where ya been boy boy where ya been?
It'll have ya wit her again and again
Even strong enough to do her lesbian friends
If you can't handle her then hand her to me
Cuz im at five of em and I'm bout to hammer the V
Even got it set up for the camera to see
I'm wit her but I'm really picturing Angela Ye
She aint wearin nothing but Pradas on her feet
KC Tea got me really supersonic in the sheets
Hittin harder than sticky icky chronic on the streets
So nice to wake up in the bathroom aint no vomit on the seat
Bartender made it right and I'm sure because it tastes sweet like canddy
Yeah, and Ludacris you can make it with Conjour
And 40 you can make it with Landy but Authentic is the
HENNESSEY (It's about 38 a Fifth)
HENNESSEY (In Canada is like 68)
HENNESSEY (But Wal-Mart got it for 20 BOY Yeah! let's go!)
KC TEAA (KC TEA!)
HENESSEY (Twist some lemon with the)
HENESSEY (Sprite go right with the)
HENESSEY (Make ya night go right with the)

Love gives me poetry
stays up all night and puts a curse on me
anything you want
turn round I'll take you there.
I know it's gonna be
take the shackles off 'a me
the city's gone
I'm gone over there.
Kick it in
kick it in
build it up and burn it down again
Kick it in
kick it in
build it burn down to the ground.
Kick it in
kick it in
tell me 'bout the place you've been
I don't want it
there's a fever going around.
Take a walk downtown
see what's going on
if you want to find the hitten key
there's nothing here on me.
Any city anywhere
any colours I don't care
you belong to me
that's the way it's gonna be.
Kick it in
kick it in.
Kick it in
kick it in
raise it up and let it live again
feel your body shake and take off.
You could lie
keep it in
keep me down here wondering
what's it gonna be
come on in.
I like the shape you're in
you keep me wondering
wondering
wondering.
Eyes upon you black and brown
spread your love all over town
give me fire body heat
say hello to me.
I want to go anywhere
any colour I don't care
don't believe in all you see and don't get caught up.
Kick it in
kick it in
tell me 'bout this love you've been
Kick it in
kick it in
turn this life around.
Kick it in
kick it in
shake the ghost from deep within
close the door down
don't let the demons in.
I only want to be your friend
put your hand in my hand and take off with me.
Listen
baby
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home !
'Cause I know what I see
kick it in.
Kick it in
kick it in
tell me 'bout the place you're in
I've got a new gold dream.
I'm moving on
I'm moving on
you're moving on
you're moving on
yeah
you're moving on
yeah
kick it in

Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Mic check one, two
it's Juvenile coming through
Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon
Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it
I can take a small name and make it famous
I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental
I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail
I'm quick tempored please limit ya words
I will send you in a hurry down south with the splurge
it's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur
but my guns speak a language all the people done heard
streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute
you fuckin with a general salute me lieutenant
I'm not too particular with lies
I look e'm in there eyes say a pray before you die
this ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke
you know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat
oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know
bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh!
Cock it, take berrata then pop it
give me that out ya pocket cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup, Down south whassup
West coast whassup, Mid West whassup
Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking them
I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in
if ya son touchin my shit you better pray for him
bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatreds been
I ain't the only solider they got alot of these
all of these children make me know who dropped alot of seeds
I smoke till my eyes shut
stay strapped so if you think about sneakin you better wise up
hit you with the traqualizer let it fill ya head
paralyze you have ya screamin "I can't feel my legs"
regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said
the shell around ya get poked like eggs
I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A
my bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say
you niggas gonna respect it or get out my way
or the coroner's gonna happen to ya all time sake
You old niggas on ya last limb
move over let some niggas who really want it come cash in
suppose to get killed for cock blockin in cells
solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell
fresh off the porch where the stash spot
I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my Dad got
got the chopper cut the wieght, nice in the stash box
nigga be on paper so himmed up from the bad cops
how the hoes be actin hopin for child support
I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope
I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it
niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it
beef is beef whenever the shit occurs
if it's real it's gon' resolve into metal for sure
but hit the right one he ain't respectin my bad

I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me cuz I'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money
Tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell 'em
I need 50 for this dummy
I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin
Dumpin' fire and bustin'
Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
Stealin' killin' and rapin
Runnin' climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin' to make
Get it got it I take it
Watch ya Chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
Cuz I tote heavy pistols
And man they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate
I was told there'd be better days
But shit that was yesterday
And still I haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though
I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
That's my G-code
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines

I'll stay with you one more night
I'll bid you no goodbyes
Not until tomorrow's light...
Then I'll say goodnight
I would really rather die...
Than make you stop
I think that is the meaning of love
I think that is the meaning of love
And I prefer to kick it
Yes I think that is the meaning of love
And I prefer to kick it... kick the habit
Well I'm waited for in Egypt...
It's just something I must do
Yes I can see you're waited for... all over you
All day and all night... all over the world
It's your world
I think that is the meaning of love
And I'm prepared to kick it
Yes I think that is the meaning of love
And I prefer to kick it
So what is this... when you can
What is this... what about me
What is this...(What is this)
I understand...(I understand)
What is this... I'm lonely... I'm lonely...(I'm lonely)
It's a strange kind of love affair...
A symphony of sorts
Strange kind of love affair...
A declaration of war
No I won't be here tomorrow night...
You won't see me smiling
Tomorrow when it's very dark... No crying...
I think that is the meaning of love
And I prefer to kick it
Yes I think that is the meaning of love...
Surrender...
Well I think that is the meaning of love
I think that is the meaning of love...(love)
And I prefer to kick it
Yes I think that is the meaning of love (love... love)
But I prefer to kick it
Well I loved you more than life itself
(Nothing like forever more)
But I'm prepared to kick it
(Something like dying)
Yes I loved you more than life itself (love... love)

Time, time on your mind
A conscience ticking
Images passing by like picture slides arranged
Love will survive
It twists and turns you
A circuit inside your head reminds you that it's fine
I miss you more than words can say
A part of me has torn away
A china heart will always break
A fracture to a twisted face
But things are gonna heal again
Eyes once blind will see again
I miss you more than words can say
I miss you more than words .....
Quick fade
Try, learning to fly
Reach new sky
Find a new place to be and watch life pass you by
Try to get high
Jumped so you could feelit
You're living inside a dream
As waterfalls surround
Fade, fade, fade
Glide, Glide over tides
And waves that pull you
Oceans divide us once and bring you home again
Love will survive
It twists and turns you
He's gone, gone, Quick fade

Artist: Geto Boys
Album: The Foundation
Title: G Code
Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude
That's real
Some shit though, fuck these feds
{?} nigga, racist motherfuckers, man!
[Scarface]
I don't wanna - run no more, but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac
These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
and they hit these penetentiaries and niggaz make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello)
25-to-life's the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they criminals
Why are them bitches gettin motherfuckers hung
Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung
Mothers and fathers seperated from they sons
Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time
When you was out here gettin money from it e'rything was fine
Now you cryin in your jail cell, stressin on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every single day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homey - keep it cold
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood
[Scarface]
See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police
I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see
if I got shit to say about a nigga case
I'm a motherfuckin nigga through and through, I ain't gay
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25
Sat it out on a pill, and gave him back that time
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same
Told a cracker tell your mammy suck his dick and {?} James
Ain't no motherfuckin game, we been livin this for real
When the government is workin, real niggaz never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rappin but the homey Lil Pots can't get out
Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out
On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes
Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga tryin to get clean, and you get in the way
Know a nigga tryin to get green, and you stick out the bait
Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate
Still stickin to the G Code, we playin by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggaz, cause new niggaz is fools
We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up
On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked
Only connect the real, stayin down with the true
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die
Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home
He a motherfuckin snitch, snitchin niggaz need this song

[W.C.]
Down on my motherfuckin luck
Hangin at the park, shootin dice, and I just got..
bucked
And now I'm mad cause I'm broke as hell
Cause a nigga's unemployed plus I just got out of jail
So now I gotta come up on a lick
but the lick that I hit can't be no bullllllshit
So now I gotta call up my nigga
My nigga Ty, yeah, my homey from Wakeside
Yo nigga whassup? I need a lick
He told me to trip, he knew this fool up on 75th
who had a safe and a whole lot of yea
Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs
He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill'
I said, 'Cool then it's a done deal'
Went to the pad and grabbed the black ski-mask
Put it on tight so nobody could see my ass
So now I got the mac with the teller
just in case these motherfuckers wanna play Goodfellas
Called up the crew; aiy Coolio
This motherfucker said he knew this nigga with some
loot
[C:] So what's it gonna be, jack kidnap or rape?
Nawww motherfucker just murder and a take
[C:] Cool, then set it up
Aight nigga here I come
Hung up the phone went to my room and I grabbed another
Slapped on my khakis, I'm gone
Went outside and jumped in the bucket, motherfucker
it's on yeah
Three-wheel motion, throwin up the M
Nigga Dana Dane's what I call my rims
Scooped up Cool', now we in pursuit
Two niggaz with a plan to get some loot
Hit the one-ten on my way to my homeboy's house
Lookin for a quick way out, nigga
{*scratching*}
So now we at my nigga Ty house
Cookin up a plan on the best way to take this nigga out
Just got out of Quentin for a caper
and I don't wanna go back so motherfucker put it on
paper
[C:] And no sooner than we got the info
I shot the nigga in the head with the fo'-fo'
I grabbed my mac when the motherfucker hit the flo'
God damn Coolio, what you shoot him fo'?
[C:] Look, I know you and you know me
but I don't know him and that's the way it's gonna be
Who's that nigga?
That was my homeboy nigga!
[C:] Yo fuck that nigga! WE CAN GET BIGGER!
So now we on our way to get paid
Rollin in a fucked up van with taped up license plates
Took the back way through the alley
And now we're sweatin cause we just took a hit from the
wet daddy
[C:] Got out the van, hit the back gate
Everything's goin according to plan
I had the front and Dub had the back
I had the fo'-fo' and he had the mac
Now we runnin through the house like motherfuckin SWAT
and if anything move it's gonna get popped
Awwwww, there go the nigga that we lookin for
Fool, GET YO' MOTHERFUCKIN ASS ON THE FLO'
[C:] Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape
Dub, I got the motherfuckin safe
BAY-BAYYYY!
[C:] Jumped in the van and now we rollin
And I'm trippin off this fat-ass grip that I'm holdin
And the nigga, huh, don't worry about him
Took the combination and the yea and I shot him
We got the loot and now we in route
to get a motherfuckin drink and knock some boots
Big money big trout ain't no doubt
I'm lookin for a quick way out, motherfucker!
{*tires peel, instrumental interlude*}
[W.C.]
So now we on our way to the spot
A bucket full of ducats to drop before the streets get
But little did we know that the nigga we smoked
had some homies in the cut, sittin in the six-fo'
So now we gettin chased by some niggaz in the cut
but I bet this mac'll make they ass stay back
Hit up the gat, damn my shit is jammed
Good thing a nigga had a backup plan
But it's too late to grab the extra gat
Burnin rubber in the bucket and we cracked
[C:] So we jumped out the van and no matter what the
cost
we had our mind set on sendin niggaz to Harris and Ross
But this time a nigga wasn't color blind

You take what you can, without asking first
and then you drink what's left, to quench your own thirst
You always fill your plate with more than you can eat
and then you make sure, that you get the best seat
I'VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES BUT YOU STILL WON'T LISTEN
I'VE GIVEN YOU A THOUSAND CHANCES BUT YOU STILL WON'T LEARN
AND I'VE SEEN A THOUSAND SIGNS THAT YOU'VE BEEN MISSIN'
I'VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES WAIT UNTIL YOUR TURN
You always help yourself, to what you can find
but sharing what there is, it doesn't cross your mind
you find a place in the sun and wait until you're served
to make sure that you get, more than you deserve
[Chorus]
Stop breathing my air, you're all over my face
Just give me some room, stop stealing my space
Take one step back and then one step more
until' you reach the door...

[Raekwon:]
Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy
Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely
All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s
It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters
Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors
Chase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at?
You know we cool and we Darth Vaders
Always in black uniforms, rocking Clarks and sharp gators
Can't tell me nothing, I've been shaking
Pull out them slammers, regulate the streets, I bake Satan
How many of us it take paper and start a war
It's like starting up a store that sell aces
All my colors and bad brothers, rag coverage
Black gloveses, leathers and glass lovers
Introduce these leaders, wanna take money
These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus
[Chorus: Y-Not Da Beast]
Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
They lift the weight up in snow plains
You sniff an eighth up in your brain
The coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
The prices rise like some propane
The nicest guys become so fame
[U-God:]
Illegal transport, son, I throw bombs back and forth
It's a contact sport, get your arm cracked off
Yo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dash board
Exercise black thought, dance on a catwalk
Grew up on the asphalt, trynna get my grams off
Watch for the hand off, I'm a get my plans off
Like you and your mans off, everybody huddle up
Twenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble up
A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble up
My old righteous troublesome, now I'm into major things
Made it this far, kid, the God got on angel wings
Everytime the flavor bring, tons of coke, mad gross
Two cuts of lactose, I'm underground like railroad
Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal
Friendship be flammable, no shame for some to blow
Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns
[Chorus]
[Slaine:]
Ever since a little youth, I've been bent on stoupes, sipping gin and juice
In the booth, fill the dope game, shooting on bent up hoops
Roll around in stolen cars, nah these ain't no rented coupes
Grimeys behind me, they all grimey, ninety percent of controlled
Lying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipe
Blowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proof
Old thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developing
Skeletons surrounded by archangels and seraphims
Telegram packages distributed through the whole hood
Tell him this racquet is bad for him but it's so good
Are you a fighter? Real life scuffle, no dirt clean
Plus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13
I got my mind in focus, where you never been at
How you think I made a hundred grand, from where my pen's at
Fuck the fortune and the glamour, I don't need no fame
I piss whiskey and spit fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka
[Chorus]
[Outro: U-God]
FREEZE! ROCK!
FREEZE! ROCK!
FREEZE! ROCK!

Featuring Trevor McNevan of Thousand Foot Krutch/FM Static
Intro: open my eyes, open them wide
Verse I
Let me go, let me play, let me live a little yeah
Let me sow, let me grow, supernatural
Let me fly, let me ride living faith or die
Falling on my face 7 times yet I still rise
Eh yo, eh yo, I rode the merry go
Round and round let me get off I’m not playing yo
Stop ripping me off I’m not staying broke
People still wanna talk, my sleep’s sweet bro
Chorus:
I finally found, a place, to cover me,
That can’t be torn, or cut, by the words you say,
And your love and grace, they comfort me,
No one can take it away, no one can take it from me,
Kick it
Verse II
Downtown singing it, up town swinging it
Blow, blow ripping it, out loud kicking it
Follow suit with the crowd I’m not, looking for crowns uh huh
Sound of the rock!! Hey, Hey!!!
You asked me, passed me, stepping harass me
Do I ever feel like passing out in the back seat?
Ah yeah, not yeah, but sometimes yeah
But fear don’t got a hold of me this year
Girls don’t mean a thing to me in pairs
We rock as team our dreams are here
Billionaire boy, with a millionaire choice
Noise is chilling I’ve been given a voice
Chorus:
I finally found, a place, to cover me,
That can’t be torn, or cut, by the words you say,
Your love and grace, they comfort me,
No one can take it away, no one can take it from me,
Kick it
Bridge
Open my eyes open them wide
Let me go, let me play, let me live a little yeah Let me sow, let me grow, supernatural
Open myself to what I find,
Let me fly, let me ride living faith or die falling on my face 7 times yet I still rise
Open my eyes open them wide
Every time I lie awake everywhere that I look I can see your face

1) see a man jumping in
with both feet and his eyes closed
see a dog chasing his tail
in a never ending circle see yourself in the mirror
is what you see what you get?
see me is it reality
or someone you never met
2) sometimes i'll feel
it's taking me nowhere
sometimes i feel my actions are not mine
sometimes i feel it's taking me nowhere
sometimes i'm taken by madness divine
3) if only you could know my secret life
the things that i hide with my lying eyes
your trust that i breach with my every stride
the depths that i reach when i fall inside
and when i'm on my knees i'd do anything, anything
just to kick it, kick it, kick it
i'd do anything, anything
just to kick it, kick it, kick it
see a man running away
from what there is no escape from
see a man hiding
his face from the undeniable truth
see yourself in the mirror
are you looking for mercy?
see the thing is
that ain't me, that ain't me that ain't me, that ain't me that ain't me, that ain't me no that ain't me, that ain't me that ain't me, no that ain't me, that ain't me that ain't me, no that ain't me, that ain't me that ain't me, no
if only you could know my secret life
the things that i hide with my lying eyes
your trust that i breach with my every stride
the depths that i reach when i fall inside
and when i'm on my knees i'd do anything, anything
just to kick it, kick it, kick it
i'd do anything, anything
just to kick it, kick it, kick it
(repeat 1, 2 & 3)

Blood stain, nice guys
Loose lipped, cross eyed
Love spits the bull's eye
Now, whip that bitch to the other side
Kick out, kick out, kick out, kick out, kick out
Break out, break out, break out, break out, break out
Take a long look at yourself and leave the rest behind
Tight fist, diamond rings
Slammed down on the green
Love bites over me
Now pick that baby when she does that thing
Kick out, kick out, kick out, kick out, kick out
Break out, break out, break out, break out, break out
Take a long look at yourself and leave the rest behind
I'm gonna make everything my own
I'm gonna steal your heart and make it whole
I'm gonna take everything I want and leave the rest behind
Like this..
Kick out, kick out, kick out, kick out, kick out
Break out, break out, break out, break out, break out
Take a long look at yourself and leave the rest behind
I'm gonna make everything my own
I'm gonna steal your heart and make it whole

[W.C.]
Down on my motherfuckin luck
Hangin at the park, shootin dice, and I just got.. bucked
And now I'm mad cause I'm broke as hell
Cause a nigga's unemployed plus I just got out of jail
So now I gotta come up on a lick
but the lick that I hit can't be no bullllllshit
So now I gotta call up my nigga
My nigga Ty, yeah, my homey from Wakeside
Yo nigga whassup? I need a lick
He told me to trip, he knew this fool up on 75th
who had a safe and a whole lot of yea
Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs
He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill'
I said, "Cool then it's a done deal"
Went to the pad and grabbed the black ski-mask
Put it on tight so nobody could see my ass
So now I got the mac with the teller
just in case these motherfuckers wanna play Goodfellas
Called up the crew; aiy Coolio
This motherfucker said he knew this nigga with some loot
[C:] So what's it gonna be, jack kidnap or rape?
Nawww motherfucker just murder and a take
[C:] Cool, then set it up
Aight nigga here I come
Hung up the phone went to my room and I grabbed another gun
Slapped on my khakis, I'm gone
Went outside and jumped in the bucket, motherfucker it's on yeah
Three-wheel motion, throwin up the M
Nigga Dana Dane's what I call my rims
Scooped up Cool', now we in pursuit
Two niggaz with a plan to get some loot
Hit the one-ten on my way to my homeboy's house
Lookin for a quick way out, nigga
[scratching]
So now we at my nigga Ty house
Cookin up a plan on the best way to take this nigga out
Just got out of Quentin for a caper
and I don't wanna go back so motherfucker put it on paper
[C:] And no sooner than we got the info
I shot the nigga in the head with the fo'-fo'
I grabbed my mac when the motherfucker hit the flo'
God damn Coolio, what you shoot him fo'?
[C:] Look, I know you and you know me
but I don't know him and that's the way it's gonna be
Who's that nigga?
That was my homeboy nigga!
[C:] Yo fuck that nigga! WE CAN GET BIGGER!
So now we on our way to get paid
Rollin in a fucked up van with taped up license plates
Took the back way through the alley
And now we're sweatin cause we just took a hit from the wet daddy
[C:] Got out the van, hit the back gate
Everything's goin according to plan
I had the front and Dub had the back
I had the fo'-fo' and he had the mac
Now we runnin through the house like motherfuckin SWAT
and if anything move it's gonna get popped
Awwwww, there go the nigga that we lookin for
Fool, GET YO' MOTHERFUCKIN ASS ON THE FLO'
[C:] Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape
Dub, I got the motherfuckin safe
BAY-BAYYYY!
[C:] Jumped in the van and now we rollin
And I'm trippin off this fat-ass grip that I'm holdin
And the nigga, huh, don't worry about him
Took the combination and the yea and I shot him
We got the loot and now we in route
to get a motherfuckin drink and knock some boots
Big money big trout ain't no doubt
I'm lookin for a quick way out, motherfucker!
[tires peel, instrumental interlude]
[W.C.]
So now we on our way to the spot
A bucket full of ducats to drop before the streets get hot
But little did we know that the nigga we smoked
had some homies in the cut, sittin in the six-fo'
So now we gettin chased by some niggaz in the cut
but I bet this mac'll make they ass stay back
Hit up the gat, damn my shit is jammed
Good thing a nigga had a backup plan
But it's too late to grab the extra gat
Burnin rubber in the bucket and we cracked
[C:] So we jumped out the van and no matter what the cost
we had our mind set on sendin niggaz to Harris and Ross
But this time a nigga wasn't color blind
Fucked around and got smoked at the end of the crime

This hole is getting deeper by the day,
Digging for the words to say,
So I can put things in perspective.
Somewhere along the line I lost my way,
Everything gets torn and frayed,
You can put me in my place but I’ll never know where I
stand.
I’ll never know where I stand.
And in the end we’re all just learning curves,
And trampled nerves with a purpose to serve,
But you’ll never get what I meant when I said,