[Hook: Nas]
It goes Tick Tock
This is for my n***as in the Bridge blocks
Comin' through better hide your wrist watch
Cos' n***as will let they sh** pop
Tick Tock
This is for my hoes, make your hips rock
Light a L baby, let the Crys' pop
Get your tits hot, from this hip hop
[Verse 1: Nas]
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 leap
The other street opportunity the chance to live sweet
Think positive can knowledge make a cypher complete
So you can be an architect design apartments and sh**
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 they p**y muscles get wet it's just the rules
Check my n***as, what's the gossip, what's the word
Puff some herb
All I see is n***as 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 sh**
You know, the Tarzan and Jane-o sh**
In the jungle swingin' on vines
Yo, the gat with the same old clip
Another n***a layin' the hit, bloodied up screaming "I'm dying"
I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are
Pimps do the shuffle at night with s*utty broads pa
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Hey shorty, twirl it up for me, roll that sh** big
While I reveal the story of a wild street kid
co*k 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, it gets so frantic
n***as ain't wanna fight, we cut yo melon
Drinkin' that Old English
Red bull and blue bull
Midnight Dragon with that cheap sh** f** it we was broke
Little bada**, my n***a Rap sat me down, like this
He said "P you gon' wind up dead"
You and Hav' real good with that music sh**
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
Bangouts in broad daylight these things really happen
n***as get cut up I put it in my rappin'
It's not fiction it's the real deal fish scale
It couldn't get more graphic I'm so trill
I said it's not fiction it's the real deal fiscale
So there you have it
Let me touch that L
[Hook]