Tick Tock Lyrics - Alchemist

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 

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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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