Woodie - The Clock Is Tickin' Lyrics

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Bullets fly, quicker than the eye you was hittin' maryjane to ease the pain
your homie died, muthufucka' imma ride to the rallies on steel, I'm in
the bushes camaflauged and think about no clientelle, If I fail I rot in jail 
and if I succeed, I'll burn in hell so either way I'm fucked in these streets,
the bible says I'll live my life most statistics say I'll die young, I can
disagree cuz imma fuckin' walkin' time-bomb, the clock is tickin' fingaz itchin'
2 unleash the grease and 32 empty homies that'll die in defeat, the flesh is
fresh you wanna kill me sucka' really, your the kind to pull your strap and 
shoot holes in the ceiling, and how could you ever kill it, sucka' give it up
pull your strap aside ride to the club and live it up 
out to the cutz.

(Chorus X1)
The clock is tickin' fingas itchin' in the bushes camoflauged 
waiting for my victim 
out to the cutz
The clock is tickin' fingas itchin' in the bushes camoflauged
waiting for my victim 
out to the cutz 
The clock is tickin' fingas itchin' in the bushes camoflauged
waitin' for my victim
out to the cutz
The clock is tickin' fingas itchin' in the bushes camoflauged
waitin' for my victim
out to the cutz.

I never thought that I would live to see the age of 21,
I grew up paranoid when I'm often sleepin with my gun,
50 dollas bought my first strap I sawed off points off gage,
since the day I layed off blaze I was stuck in evil wayz,
and amazed at the power that it could devour,
strip that O'G from his reputation in the late night hour,
Shell shower let the situation out with funk,
But ain't no stoppin' the poppin' that gets u droppin' these
punks,I found my call and then I hooked up with some
natural born killaz' that prefer 45 calllibers over nine millaz'
the 50'z out to kill us so I keep precaution steppin' out
the scaller got them red chuckz flossin' hoggin' I be that
muthafucka' that u hate, Cuz u know I'll take that clip and
slide it in intenial fate and devastate the yoc influence
state of mind that im stuck, I've been comittin' sins with a
dealt of string I gives a fuck out to the cutz.

(Chorus X2)
Creepin' crawlin' strapped not fallin' 
but got a box of ammo
for the weapon that i'm haulin' the streets are callin'
so i'm comin' with artillery and chuckz and khakis as
I move up off my enemies, a pedigree soldier yes with
a proud nortern Cal' profile nothin' less I confess,
I'm a sinner but I cannot show remorse cuz I cant afford
to let the bible throw me off course Im gonna ride with
what I got and make these suckaz skulls crack,
The kill all 'em in bed and have my chips I gotta' have
the whole stack, do or die make these muthafuckaz understand
That their tryig to touch a banicle that they could
comprihend and pretend to be a soldier when your a punk, cuz 
it'll hold ya' hugged tight in the trunk, and made one jump,
ran yo' mouth and now your bent up like a slut,
should of kept ur pistol cocked fuckin' with this yoc nut,
out to the cutz
(CHORUS X3)

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