Tick Tock

[Intro: Nas] [Chorus: Nas] It goes tick tock This is for my niggas in the 'Bridge, blocks Comin' through, better hide your wristwatch '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, screamin' "I'm dyin'!" I be in Queens where the famous hoodrats and ghetto stars are Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty broads, pah [Chorus: Nas] It goes tick tock This is for my niggas in the 'Bridge, blocks Comin' through, better hide your wristwatch '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 2: Prodigy] Hey, shorty, twirl it up for me, roll that shit big While I reveal the story of a wild street kid Cock 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 and schizophrenic Niggas ain't wanna fight, we cut yo' melon Drinkin' that Old English, Red Bull and blue bull Midnight Dragon was that cheap shit, fuck it, we was broke Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this He said "P, you gon' wind up dead You and Hav' real good with that music shit You need to stick to it, dunn, get your mind off 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 Niggas get cut up, I put it in my rappin' It's not fiction, this the real deal fishscale It couldn't get more graphic, I'm so trill Said it's not fiction, this the real deal fishscale So there you have it, let me touch that L [Chorus x2: Nas] It goes tick tock This is for my niggas in the 'Bridge, blocks Comin' through, better hide your wristwatch '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