Me N My Kix....

Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yo
Yo would you kill for me?
[kicks]
Hmmm... yeah
[AL Mighty]
What took you so long to answer motherfucker?
[kicks]
I don't know
[Al Mighty]
The fuck wrong with you kicks?



When I met you I admit my first thoughts was oh shit
You look so good huh, I'm stuck on these flashy kicks (yeah)
I never felt that way in my life
It didn't take long before I'm copping you twice (uh, yeah)
Got no wing tips, just my main squeeze
Come into the crib, your the first thing that i see
Loving the way you look, the way the laces trickle
In the process, I admit, I spent a little (yeah)
But you was my kicks, I'm knowing every stitch (uhh)
cop em when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin rich
And I admit, when the time is right, the line is right
My feet are tight, I'm so slick, both feet are right



Just me and my kicks [variations repeat to next verse]

[Girl]
But you know you love the style, don't you?
[Al Mighty]
Yeah, no question
[Girl]
No question
[Al Mighty]
Yo, let me ask you another question
[Girl]
What?
[Al Mighty]
You ever let some other nigga cop for you?
[Girl]
Why would I do that?
[Al Mighty]
Yo don't lie to me motherfucker


Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
I wanna bitch that like to go to fight club, and cops
stackin eights, in a gift bag steamin mall paths
real kicks is all she want, all she ever had (yeah, c'mon)
With a closet just as strong as me
Totin receipts just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me
Any plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it
One day, she used my toothbrush to clean her 7's (that's nasty)
Throwin 11's out the windows, so when the wind blows
I see my true blues, cement 4's
Hiding blackcat 3's so I can't leave
A real kick's bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve
an if I only get my size, she won't take it lightly
She'll invite me, politely, to fight G
And then we buy together, look fly together
I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together

[Chorus]

[Girl]
Let me tell you nigga, if I ever, ever catch your ass getting some exclusives without me
I'ma cut your mother-fuckin dick off
[Al Mighty]
Hah, heheh stop playin, hah
[Girl]
I ain't playin, ain't no jokes, ain't no jokes
Ain't no jokes
[Al Mighty]
Yo, don't don't play with my dick


She helped me plan out my crazy steez-- gaining enemies
she wouldn't hesitate to squeeze, to get my life out of danger (yeah)
One day, she text nine one one on 4G
Had to call back, whether it's business or horny (yeah)
No response, the phone just rung
Grab my 6's, grab my gun, to find out the problem
When I roll up, biters was on the scene
Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean
Drove down the block, stashed the new steez in the bushes
Stepped to the biters with the shoves and the pushes
It didn't take long before the tears start
I saw my bitch dead with gunshots to her fuckin feet
And I know it was meant for me
I guess the niggaz felt they had to bite the closest one to me (uh, yeah)
And when I find em they flossing gonna end
They bit my best friend... me and my kicks

[Chorus]

Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh...
Uh, motherfucker yeah

10 Kix commandmentssssss......

(Chuck D) One two three four five six seven eight nine

Uhh, it's the ten kicks commandments
What, uhh, uhh
Nigga can't tell me nothin bout these v's, uh-huh
Can't tell me nothin bout these 4's , these 3's
To my sneaker niggaz
Niggaz on line I ain't forget you niggaz
My patent's clean niggaz, word up

(Chuck D) One two three four five six seven eight nine
TEN

Been copping these j's for years, shoe box stack critical
It's rules to this shit, I wrote ya'll a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your kick game tight, keep them sidewall's white
Rule numero uno: never let no one know
how much, and where you cop, cause you know
That fresh and clean only breeds jealousy
if his kicks fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don't you know these kids bite-- mad corny and phony
Take it from your homie (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they kicks and fits
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Online kicks fake ass fuck, properly gassed up
real box to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
toss em in the bushes so your boys can't just crack up
Number four: know you heard this before
if you ain't on time, you're at the back of the line
Number five: never show no one where your kicks at
I don't care if they want to see, tell em flea
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a sneakerhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your retros and your og's completely seperated
old and the new won't do like horny chicks and gay dudes
Find yourself mixed up, confused
Number eight: never cop them candy pack 2's
Them cats that rock those cop mad fusion's too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you gettin some exclusives then you better cop 3 (uh-huh)
If niggaz see a picture they ain't tryin listen
but they'll be online searching, once they seen them shits in person
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for flight club, not these lil cyber scrubs
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
cause all you're selling is the laser 4's, spizie's, and oreo's
Follow these rules you'll have mad shoes to stack up
Straight up, everything fresh, and a back up
your soles hit the concrete, watch they heads shake up
everybody point and ask, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she switched his whole type of style up
Heard she suck a good dick, he bape all starrt up
Gotta go gotta go, more mikes to snatch up, word up, uhh

Kicks king, Al Mighty
Uhh

(Chuck D) One two three four five six seven eight nine
Ten

Happy B.M.H....