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Woodie - The Clock Is Tickin' lyrics
BUllets fly, quicker than the eye you wuz hittin' maryjane and easy pain your homie died, muthufucka' amma ride to the rallies on steel, I'm in the bushes camaflaushed and think about no claim deal, If I fail I rot in jail and if I succeed, I'm burnin' hills so eighther way I'm fucked in these streets, the bower says I'll live my life most statistics say I'll die young, I can disagree cuz imma fuckin' walklin' time-bomb, the clock is tickin' fingaz itchin' 2 unleash the grease and 32 empty homies at a time of three, the flesh is fresh you wanna kill me sucka' really, your the kind to pull your strap and and bounce up to the ceiling, and how could you ever kill it, sucka' give it up pull your strap aside ride to the club and live it up I do the cutz. (Chorus X1) The clock is tickin' fingaz itchin' in the bushes camaflaushed waiting for my victim I do the cutz The clock is tickin' fingaz itchin' in the bushes camaflaushed waiting for my victim I do the cutz The clock is tickin' fingaz itchin' in the bushes camaflashed waitin' for my victim,I do the cutz. The clock is tickin' fingaz itchin' in the bushes camaflashed waitin' for my victim,I do the cutz. I never tought that I would live to see the age of 21, I grew up paranoide when I'm oversleepin' with my gun, 50$ bought my first strap I sawed off points off gage, since the day I layed off blaze I was stuck in evil wayz, and amazed at the power that it could debour, strip that O'G from his reputation in the late night hour, Shekl shower let the situation sour for, But ain't no stoppin' the poppin' that gets u droppin' these punks,I found my call and then I hooked up with some natural born killaz' but first in 45 calibores over nine millaz' the 5 wuz out the pillaz' so I could precausion steppin' out the scaller cuz them red chugz flausin' huggin' I be that muthafucka' that u hate, Cuz u know I'll take that clip and slide it in the tensial fate and devistate the yoc influence state of mind that im stuck, I've been comittin' seal with a dealt of string I gives a fuck I do the cutz. (Chorus X2) Creepin' crawlin' strap not fallin' but got a box of emmo for the weapon that i'm hallin' the streets are callin' so i'm comin' with archellery and chugz and kakis as I move up off my enemies, a pedegry soldier yes with a proud norternCal' profile nothin' less I confess, I'm a sinner but I cannot show remorse cuz I cant aford to let the bower throw me off course Im gonna ride with what I got and make these suckaz skulls crack, The kill all 'em in bed and have my chips I gotta' have the whole stack, do or die make these muthafuckaz understand That their tryig to touch a banicle that they could comprihend and pretend to be a soldier when your a punk, cuz it'll hold ya' hugged tight in the trunk, and made one jump, ran yo' mouth and now your bent up like a slut, should of kept ur pystol cocked fuckin' with this yoc nut, I do the cutz (CHORUS X3) |
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