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Tical (1994)
Sub
Crazy Intro/Chorus:
We
can all get by if we want now Get
a phat piece of the pie if we want Motherfuckers
gettin mad high when they want now I
will survive, recognize it be Tical Verse
One: Word
up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war on the ill block Things
just ain't peace no more, fuck it If
you ain't with me then forget me Niggas
try to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation, shifty Creepin
niggas in the dark, triggas with no heart Rippin
ass apart, I'll be swimmin with the sharks now Stay
out my water or it's manslaughter Kid,
you oughta start reachin for that nickle-plated auto- Matic,
my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps Bustin
mad shots to ya attic They
say this hazard, this flows a hazard Straight
from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said "Wanted
Dead or Alive," I swear by the whites of they eyes To
never take a dive I will survive Chorus
Verse
Two: Shit's
gonna happen if niggas start actin Like
they want problems, you want em, you got em Rap
contact, is writin this exactly, the way it should be Attacked,
Killer Beeeees on a swarm So
what my martial law drops bombs like Qur'an The
ism helps to stimulate my pugilism I
bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom Decipher
the flow, I be hyper, I bring all the styles That
rekindle like old flames Saliva,
check the wicked flows I deliva Oops,
I mean deliver like the Hudson River Styles
be tight, trite like a thief in the night I
be the sneaky-ass nigga bustin nuts in yo wife Blasted,
buggin off Bacardi and acid Flippin
on the mic, it's a classic |
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