Tick Tock

Lyrics

Uhh yeah yeah yo
 It goes Tick Tock this is for my niggaz in the Bridge, blocks
 Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
 Because niggaz well live they shits pop
 Hey hey
 Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock
 Light a L baby let the Crys' pop
 Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday
 5-8 with double-X-L pen saggin' blunts draggin'
 But never lived well, imagine, a felon on a two-way street
 One way is where blood money coke and homicide leap
 The other street opportunity the chance to live sweet
 Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete
 So you can be an architect design appartments and shit
 Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip
 Soon as I'm on the set I'm never on a chick I play it cool
 But still ain't pussy muscles get wet it's just the booze
 Check my niggaz, what's the gossip, what's the word
 Puff some herb, all I see is niggaz runnin', chin shots
 All I heard, dip behind the car, see somebody on the ground
 Ambulance came and got 'em they start calmin' down
 Now it's back to the same old shit, you know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit
 In the jungle swingin' on vines, I saw the gat with the same old clip
 Another nigga layin' the hit, bloodied up, scream that I'm dyin'
 I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are
 Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty bars pah
 Tick Tock this is for my niggaz in the Bridge, blocks
 Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
 Because niggaz well live they shits popped
 Hey hey
 Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock
 Light a L baby let the Crys' pop
 Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday
 It's like this nigga
 It's on, toilet up for me, roll that shit big
 While I reveal the story of a wild street kid
 Cock your seat back, relax, while I spit
 The spittin' image of how I live
 Well first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
 I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
 Keep your mouth closed and your eyes and your ears wide open
 Gangsta, I soaked it all in, my first ammo was a one shot
 Deuce deuce, had my pockets full of bullets I was real loose
 Thug parties out in wave crash always got shot up
 Thug parties out in Queensbridge always got shot up
 No wonder we bugged out it gets so frantic
 Niggaz aim on the fight, we cut yo melon
 Drinkin' that old english red bull and blue bull
 Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit fuck it we was broke
 Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this
 He said: P you gon' wind up dead
 You and Hav' real good with that music shit
 You need to stick to it, dunn, get your mind of the street
 And it stuck in the back of my head, though
 I still did my little bit of menacin'
 Every now and then bang-outs in broad daylight
 Like these things really happen niggaz get cut up
 I put it in my rappin'
 It's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale
 It couldn't get more graphic I'm so trail
 I said it's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale
 City you havin' let me touch that ass
 

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Duration
03:58
Key
8
Tempo
89 BPM

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