Tick Tock

[Hook] Tick tick, tock tock This is for my niggas on the Fig Fig block-block 51st street down on Ver-ver-mont-mont Busta ass niggas get their shit-shit pop-pop Hey hey [Verse 1] 9 hours passed, stuck in the ground, still eat Creeping, hiding from the cops [?] your squeek Tried to shake 'em off 'til them siren lights blink Floyd bailed me out so I'm out the next week Put my tail on the beat then I'm back to the streets Black Chuck's astro, being fly as can be My gun in my reach, beef ready to feast And the lyrics like a priest, they ready to preach I continue on the saga, keep my lady friends on Prada Hoes never liked to bother, now they beg for the ménage Flow so proper, get the buzz like Vodka Got her to the crib, better dub then I knock her Ducked before the sun, my loyalty in marijuana Puff puff pass, get your mind of the drama Try to stay away from snitches, grimey hoes and bitches Good girls to misses, let's enjoy the riches [Hook] [Verse 2] Verse 2, yo, I'm raising the tempo, it get sicker Write you up a 16 now for her coke pictures Reminiscing of all times I fall liquor Say they bomb first, but nigga I bomb quicker This rap shit a passion, I mix it with the fashion Snipe a nigga from the booth, Q a rap assassin Serve her, got a new bitch, half Persian Still got a shoe fetish, gotta stay splurging Corner block serving, watch for the suburbans Local street terrorist and never wore a turban West is back at it, spit my tack at it To get my point across, predicting who be the boss Never take a loss because of the nina ross Demand your respect, put hands to your chest Boom blam, won't jam when I blam at your neck Real talk, my spit hot saliva when it inject [Hook]