[Chorus: Nas]
It goes tick tock
This is for my niggas in the Bridge blocks
Comin' through, better hide your wrist-watch
'Cause niggas will let they shits pop... hey, hey
Tick tock
This is for my hoes, make your hips rock
Light a L baby, let the Cris' pop
Get your tits hot from this hip-hop... e'yday
[Verse 1: Nas]
5'8", wear XXL pants saggin'
Blunts draggin'
Benevolent well, imagine
A felon on a two-way street
One way is where blood money, coke, and homicide meet
The other street, opportunity, the chance to live sweet
Think positive can knowledge make a cipher complete
So you can be an architect design apartments and shit
Or you can wind up on a jail bus, 30 to Clint'
Soon as I'm on the set, I'm never on a chick, I play it cool
But still they pussy muscles get wet, it's just the rules
Check my niggas, what's the gossip, what's the word
Puff some herb
All I see is niggas 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 shit
You know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit
In the jungle swingin' on vines
Yo, the gat with the same old clip
Another nigga layin' the hit, bloodied up screaming "I'm dying"
I be in Queens where the famous hoodrats and ghetto stars are
Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty broads, pa
It goes tick tock
This is for my niggas in the Bridge blocks
Comin' through, better hide your wrist-watch
'Cause niggas will let they shits pop... hey, hey
Tick tock
This is for my hoes, make your hips rock
Light a L baby, let the Cris' pop
Get your tits hot from this hip-hop... e'yday
[Verse 1: Nas]
5'8", wear XXL pants saggin'
Blunts draggin'
Benevolent well, imagine
A felon on a two-way street
One way is where blood money, coke, and homicide meet
The other street, opportunity, the chance to live sweet
Think positive can knowledge make a cipher complete
So you can be an architect design apartments and shit
Or you can wind up on a jail bus, 30 to Clint'
Soon as I'm on the set, I'm never on a chick, I play it cool
But still they pussy muscles get wet, it's just the rules
Check my niggas, what's the gossip, what's the word
Puff some herb
All I see is niggas 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 shit
You know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit
In the jungle swingin' on vines
Yo, the gat with the same old clip
Another nigga layin' the hit, bloodied up screaming "I'm dying"
I be in Queens where the famous hoodrats and ghetto stars are
Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty broads, pa
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