The Alchemist, Nas, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Tick Tock lyrics

It goes Tick Tock
This is for my niggas in the Bridge blocks
Comin' through, better hide your wrist-watch
'Cause niggas will let they shit's pophey hey
Tick Tock
This is for my hoes, make your hips rock
Light a L baby, let the Cris' pop
Get your tit's hot from this hip-hope'yday

5-8 with XXL pants saggin' blunts draggin'
But never lived well, imagine
A felon on a two-way street
One way is where blood money, coke
And homicide meet
The other street, opportunity
The chance to live sweet
Think positive can knowledge make
A cipher complete so you can be an architect
Design apartments and shit
Or you can wind up on a jail bus
30 to Clint'
Soon as I'm on the set, I'm never on a chick
I play it cool
But still they pussy muscles get wet
It's just the rules
Check my niggas, what's the gossip
What's the word puff some herb
All I see is niggas runnin'
Ten 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
Yo, the gat with the same old clip
Another nigga layin' the hit
Bloodied up screaming "I'm dying"
I be in Queens where the famous
Hoodrats and ghetto stars are
Pimps do the shuffle at
Night with slutty broads, pa

It goes Tick Tock
This is for my niggas in the Bridge blocks
Comin' through, better hide your wrist-watch
'Cause niggas will let they shit's pophey hey
Tick Tock
This is for my hoes, make your hips rock
Light a L baby, let the Cris' pop
Get your tit's hot from this hip-hope'yday

Hey shorty, twirl it 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 highly influenced by
Them old timer cliques
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 hammer was a one-shot deuce-deuce
Had my pockets full of bullets
I was real loose
Thug parties out in Wavecrest
Always got shot up
Thug parties out in Queensbridge
Always got shot up
No wonder we bugged out and schizophrenic
Niggas ain't wanna fight, we cut yo' melon
Drinkin' that Old English
Red Bull and blue bull
Midnight Dragon was 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 off the street"
And it stuck in the back of my head
Though I still did my little bit
Of menacin' every now and then
Bangouts in broad daylight
These things really happen
Niggas get cut up, I put it in my rappin'
It's not fiction
This the real deal fishscale
It couldn't get more graphic, I'm so trill
Said it's not fiction
This the real deal fishcale
So there you have it, let me touch that L

It goes Tick Tock
This is for my niggas in the Bridge blocks
Comin' through, better hide your wrist-watch
'Cause niggas will let they shit's pophey hey
Tick Tock
This is for my hoes, make your hips rock
Light a L baby, let the Cris' pop
Get your tit's hot from this hip-hope'yday