The Clock is Tickin`

[Woodie]<br>Bullets fly<br>Quicker than the eyes<br>You was hittin` Mary-Jane<br>To ease the pain<br>Your homie died<br>Muthafucka I`m a ride<br>To the rallies on steel<br>I`m in the bushes camouflage<br>Ain`t thinkin` `bout no clientele<br>If I fail I`ll rot in jail<br>And if I succeed<br>I`ll burn in hell<br>So either way I`m fucked in these streets<br>The Bible says I live my life rough<br>Statistics say I`ll die young<br>I can`t disagree cuz I`m a <br>Fuckin` walkin` time bomb<br>The clock is tickin`<br>Finger`s itchin`<br>To unleash a piece<br>Some 32 empty homies<br>That are dyin` to beat<br>The [?] flesh you wanna kill me<br>Sucka really<br>Ya`ll the type that pull your strap<br>And shoot holes in the ceiling<br>And I get out for killin`<br>Sucka give it up<br>With your strap beside and ride<br>To the club and live it up<br><br>[Chorus] x3<br>Out to the cuts<br>The clock is tickin`<br>Finger`s itchin`<br>In the bushes camouflaged<br>Waiting for my victim<br><br>[Woodie]<br>I never thought that I would live<br>To see the age of 21<br>I grew up paranoid<br>When I often sleepin` with my gun<br>50 dollars by my purse<br>Strap a sawed off one shot gauge<br>Since the a day I lay the blaze<br>I was stuck in evil ways<br>In amaze<br>At the power that it could devour<br>Strip that O.G. from his reputation<br>In the late night hour<br>Show shower let the situation sour funk<br>But ain`t no stoppin` the poppin`<br>That gets the droppin` these pumps<br>I found my callin` and I<br>Hooked up with some natural born killas<br>Preferrin` 45 calibur`s over 9 miler`s<br>Survivals of the peelas<br>So I creep precaution<br>Steppin` out his skeleton<br>An I`m red chucks flossin`, hoggin`<br>I`ll be that muthafucka that you hate<br>Cuz you know I`ll take that clip and<br>Slap it in and test your fate<br>And demonstrate the Yoc influenced <br>State of mind that I`m stuck<br>I`ll be committin` sins wit a devilish grin<br>I gives a fuck<br><br>[Chorus] x4<br><br>[Woodie]<br>Creepin`, crawlin`<br>Strap not fallin`<br>But got a box of ammo<br>For the weapon that I`m haulin`<br>The streets are callin`<br>So I`m comin` with artillery<br>And chucks and khakis<br>As I move up on my enemies<br>A pedigree soldier<br>Yeah that`s were the foul<br>Northern Cal profile<br>Nothin` less I confess<br>I`m a sinner<br>But how can I show remorse<br>Cuz I can`t afford to let the Bible<br>Throw me off course<br>I`m known to rivals<br>When I gotta make these <br>Sucka`s skull crack<br>It could be better than<br>Havin` my chips and a yacht<br>And bet the whole stack<br>Do or die<br>Make these muthafuckas understand<br>That they`re tryin` to touch<br>A particle that they can`t comprehend<br>Can`t pretend to be a soldier<br>When your a punk<br>Cuz it`ll hold ya<br>Hog tied in the trunk<br>And name one chump<br>Run your mouth<br>And now your bent up like a slut<br>Should have kept your pistol cocked<br>Fuckin` with this Yoc murderer<br><br>[Chorus] x4<br><br>Out to the cuts [echoes out]