Woodie - The Clock is Tickin' lyrics

[Woodie] Bullets fly Quicker than the eyes You was hittin' Mary-Jane To ease the pain Your homie died Muthaf**a I'm a ride To the rallies on steel I'm in the bushes camouflage Ain't thinkin' 'bout no clientele If I fail I'll rot in jail And if I succeed I'll burn in hell So either way I'm f**ed in these streets The Bible says I live my life rough Statistics say I'll die young I can't disagree cuz I'm a f**in' walkin' time bomb The clock is tickin' Finger's itchin' To unleash a beast And 32 empty homies That are dyin' to feast Upon your flesh, you wanna k** me? s**a really Ya'll the type that pull your strap And shoot holes in the ceiling And I get out for k**in' s**a give it up With your strap beside and ride To the club and live it up [Hook] x3 Out to the cuts The clock is tickin' Finger's itchin' In the bushes camouflaged Waiting for my victim [Woodie] I never thought that I would live To see the age of 21 I grew up paranoid One eye open sleepin' with my gun 50 dollars bought my first Strap, a sawed off one shot gauge Since the a day I lay the blaze I was stuck in evil ways In amaze At the power that it could devour Strip that O.G. from his reputation In the late night hour Show shower let the situation sour funk But ain't no stoppin' the poppin' That gets the droppin' these punks I found my callin' and I Hooked up with some natural born k**as Preferrin' 45 calibur's over 9 miler's The 5-0s out peel us So I creep with caution Steppin' out a skylark On them red chucks flossin', hoggin' I'll be that muthaf**a that you hate Cuz you know I'll take that clip and Slap it in and test your fate And demonstrate the Yoc influenced State of mind that I'm stuck I'll be committin' sins wit a devilish grin I gives a f** [Hook] x4 [Woodie] Creepin', crawlin' Strap not fallin' But got a box of ammo For the weapon that I'm haulin' The streets are callin' So I'm comin' with artillery And chucks and khakis As I move up on my enemies A pedigree soldier Yeah that's were the foul Northern Cal profile Nothin' less I confess I'm a sinner But how can I show remorse Cuz I can't afford to let the Bible Throw me off course I'm known to ride With what I got to make these s**a's skull crack It could be better than Havin' my chips and a yacht And bet the whole stack Do or die Make these muthaf**as understand That they're tryin' to touch A particle that they can't comprehend Can't pretend to be a soldier When your a punk Cuz it'll hold ya Hog tied in the trunk And name one chump Run your mouth And now your bent up like a s*ut Should have kept your pistol co*ked f**in' with this Yoc nut [Hook] x4 Out to the cuts [echoes out]