(feat. Mobb Deep, Nas)

[Intro: Nas]

Uhh yeah yeah yo
It goes Tick Tock this is for my ^!$$%z in the Bridge, blocks
Comin' through better hide your wristwatch

Because ^!$$%z well live they %#@!s 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


[Verse 1: Nas]
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 !@%!e 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 %#@!
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 #~!!@ muscles get wet it's just the booze
Check my ^!$$%z, what's the gossip, what's the word
Puff some herb, all I see is ^!$$%z 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 %#@!, you know, the Tarzan and Jane-o %#@!

In the jungle swingin' on vines, I saw the gat with the same old clip
Another ^!$$% 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 !@#%ty bars pah

[Hook: Nas]

Tick Tock this is for my ^!$$%z in the Bridge, blocks
Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
Because ^!$$%z well live they %#@!s 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

[Verse 2: Prodigy]

It's like this ^!$$%
It's on, toilet up for me, roll that %#@! big
While I reveal the story of a wild street kid

@@#! 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
^!$$%z aim on the fight, we cut yo melon
Drinkin' that old english red bull and blue bull

Mean I draggin' with that cheap %#@! $#&@ it we was broke
Little badass, my ^!$$% Rap sat me down, like this
He said: P you gon' wind up dead

You and Hav' real good with that music %#@!
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'
Ain't nothing in bringin' out some broad daylight
Like these things really happen ^!$$%z 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 $$#


[Hook]