Lyrics Tick Tock - The Alchemist
Uhh
yeah
yeah
yo
It
goes
Tick
Tock
this
is
for
my
niggaz
in
the
Bridge,
blocks
Comin'
through
better
hide
your
wristwatch
Because
niggaz
well
live
they
shits
pop
Hey
hey
Tick
Tock
this
is
for
my
hoes
make
your
hips
rock
Light
a
L
baby
let
the
Crys'
pop
Get
your
Tick
Tock
from
this
hip
hop,
anyday
5-8
with
double-X-L
pen
saggin'
blunts
draggin'
But
never
lived
well,
imagine,
a
felon
on
a
two-way
street
One
way
is
where
blood
money
coke
and
homicide
leap
The
other
street
opportunity
the
chance
to
live
sweet
Think
positive
k-nowledgement
k-cypher
complete
So
you
can
be
an
architect
design
appartments
and
shit
Or
you
can
wind
up
on
a
jail
bus
dirty
in
clip
Soon
as
I'm
on
the
set
I'm
never
on
a
chick
I
play
it
cool
But
still
ain't
pussy
muscles
get
wet
it's
just
the
booze
Check
my
niggaz,
what's
the
gossip,
what's
the
word
Puff
some
herb,
all
I
see
is
niggaz
runnin',
chin
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,
I
saw
the
gat
with
the
same
old
clip
Another
nigga
layin'
the
hit,
bloodied
up,
scream
that
I'm
dyin'
I
be
in
Queens
where
the
famous
hood
rats
and
ghetto
stars
are
Pimps
do
the
shuffle
at
night
with
slutty
bars
pah
Tick
Tock
this
is
for
my
niggaz
in
the
Bridge,
blocks
Comin'
through
better
hide
your
wristwatch
Because
niggaz
well
live
they
shits
popped
Hey
hey
Tick
Tock
this
is
for
my
hoes
make
your
hips
rock
Light
a
L
baby
let
the
Crys'
pop
Get
your
Tick
Tock
from
this
hip
hop,
anyday
It's
like
this
nigga
It's
on,
toilet
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
hollyin'
for
years
by
them
old
timer
clicks
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
ammo
was
a
one
shot
Deuce
deuce,
had
my
pockets
full
of
bullets
I
was
real
loose
Thug
parties
out
in
wave
crash
always
got
shot
up
Thug
parties
out
in
Queensbridge
always
got
shot
up
No
wonder
we
bugged
out
it
gets
so
frantic
Niggaz
aim
on
the
fight,
we
cut
yo
melon
Drinkin'
that
old
english
red
bull
and
blue
bull
Mean
I
draggin'
with
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
of
the
street
And
it
stuck
in
the
back
of
my
head,
though
I
still
did
my
little
bit
of
menacin'
Every
now
and
then
bang-outs
in
broad
daylight
Like
these
things
really
happen
niggaz
get
cut
up
I
put
it
in
my
rappin'
It's
non
fiction
it's
the
real
deal
fiscale
It
couldn't
get
more
graphic
I'm
so
trail
I
said
it's
non
fiction
it's
the
real
deal
fiscale
City
you
havin'
let
me
touch
that
ass
![The Alchemist - 1st Infantry The Instrumentals](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/j/0/5/u/6sg-zwu50j.jpg)
1 Dead Bodies
2 The Essence
3 Hold You Down
4 Stop The Show
5 D Block To Qb
6 Bangers
7 Where Can We Go
8 It's A Craze
9 For The Record
10 Boost The Crime Rate
11 Strength Of Pain
12 Bang Out
13 Tick Tock
14 Pimp Squad
15 Different Worlds
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