Nas, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Tick Tock lyrics

Uhh yeah yeah yo
It goes Tick Tock this is for
My niggas in the Bridge, blocks
Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
Because niggas well live they shit's 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 niggas, what's the gossip
What's the word
Puff some herb, all I see is niggas 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
Niggas in the Bridge, blocks
Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
Because niggas well live they shit's 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
Niggas 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
Niggas 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