Nas - Tick Tock lyrics

[Intro - Nas] Uhh yeah yeah yo It goes Tick Tock this is for my n***as in the Bridge, blocks Comin' through better hide your wristwatch Because n***as well live they sh**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 [Verse 1 - Nas] 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 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 ain't p**y muscles get wet it's just the booze Check my n***as, what's the gossip, what's the word Puff some herb, all I see is n***as 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 sh**, you know, the Tarzan and Jane-o sh** In the jungle swingin' on vines, I saw the gat with the same old clip Another n***a 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 s*utty bars pah [Hook - Nas] Tick Tock this is for my n***as in the Bridge, blocks Comin' through better hide your wristwatch Because n***as well live they sh**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 [Verse 2 - Prodigy] It's like this n***a It's on, toilet 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 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 n***as aim on the fight, we cut yo melon Drinkin' that old english red bull and blue bull Mean I draggin' 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 bang-outs in broad daylight Like these things really happen n***as 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 a** [Hook]