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Woodie

The Clock is Tickin`

  gangsta rap  west coast  bay area  rap  hip hop
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[Woodie]Bullets flyQuicker than the eyesYou was hittin` Mary-JaneTo ease the painYour homie diedMuthafucka I`m a rideTo the rallies on steelI`m in the bushes camouflageAin`t thinkin` `bout no clienteleIf I fail I`ll rot in jailAnd if I succeedI`ll burn in hellSo either way I`m fucked in these streetsThe Bible says I live my life roughStatistics say I`ll die youngI can`t disagree cuz I`m a Fuckin` walkin` time bombThe clock is tickin`Finger`s itchin`To unleash a pieceSome 32 empty homiesThat are dyin` to beatThe [?] flesh you wanna kill meSucka reallyYa`ll the type that pull your strapAnd shoot holes in the ceilingAnd I get out for killin`Sucka give it upWith your strap beside and rideTo the club and live it up[Chorus] x3Out to the cutsThe clock is tickin`Finger`s itchin`In the bushes camouflagedWaiting for my victim[Woodie]I never thought that I would liveTo see the age of 21I grew up paranoidWhen I often sleepin` with my gun50 dollars by my purseStrap a sawed off one shot gaugeSince the a day I lay the blazeI was stuck in evil waysIn amazeAt the power that it could devourStrip that O.G. from his reputationIn the late night hourShow shower let the situation sour funkBut ain`t no stoppin` the poppin`That gets the droppin` these pumpsI found my callin` and IHooked up with some natural born killasPreferrin` 45 calibur`s over 9 miler`sSurvivals of the peelasSo I creep precautionSteppin` out his skeletonAn I`m red chucks flossin`, hoggin`I`ll be that muthafucka that you hateCuz you know I`ll take that clip andSlap it in and test your fateAnd demonstrate the Yoc influenced State of mind that I`m stuckI`ll be committin` sins wit a devilish grinI gives a fuck[Chorus] x4[Woodie]Creepin`, crawlin`Strap not fallin`But got a box of ammoFor the weapon that I`m haulin`The streets are callin`So I`m comin` with artilleryAnd chucks and khakisAs I move up on my enemiesA pedigree soldierYeah that`s were the foulNorthern Cal profileNothin` less I confessI`m a sinnerBut how can I show remorseCuz I can`t afford to let the BibleThrow me off courseI`m known to rivalsWhen I gotta make these Sucka`s skull crackIt could be better thanHavin` my chips and a yachtAnd bet the whole stackDo or dieMake these muthafuckas understandThat they`re tryin` to touchA particle that they can`t comprehendCan`t pretend to be a soldierWhen your a punkCuz it`ll hold yaHog tied in the trunkAnd name one chumpRun your mouthAnd now your bent up like a slutShould have kept your pistol cockedFuckin` with this Yoc murderer[Chorus] x4Out to the cuts [echoes out]

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