[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]