[Intro: Nas]

Uhh, yeah, yeah, yo

It goes–tick, tock

This is for my niggas in the Bridge blocks

Comin' through, better hide your wristwatch

Because niggas well let they shits pop – hey, hey

Tick, tock

This is for my hoes, make your hips rock

Light a L, baby, let the Cris' pop

Get your tits hot from this Hip-Hop – e'yday

[Verse 1: Nas]

5'8", wear double-X-L

Pant saggin', blunts draggin'

But never lived well – imagine:

A felon on a two-way street

One way is where blood, money, coke, and homicide leap

The other street, opportunity, the chance to live sweet

Think positive, can knowledge make a cipher complete?

So you can be an architect, design appartments and shit

Or you can wind up on a jail bus, 30 to Clint'

Soon as I'm on the set, I'm never on a chick, I play it cool

But still they pussy muscles get wet, it's just the rules

Check my niggas – what's the gossip, what's the word?

Puff some herb

All I see is niggas runnin', 10 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 shit

You know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit

In the jungle swingin' on vines; yo, the gat with the same old clip

Another nigga layin' the hit

Bloodied up, screamin' "I'm dyin'"

I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are

Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty broads, pa

[Hook: Nas]

It goes – tick, tock

This is for my niggas in the Bridge blocks

Comin' through, better hide your wrist-watch

'Cause niggas will let they shits pop – hey, hey

Tick, tock

This is for my hoes, make your hips rock

Light a L ,baby, let the Cris' pop

Get your tits hot from this Hip-Hop – e'yday

[Verse 2: Prodigy]

It's like this, nigga...

Hey shorty, twirl it up for me, roll that shit big

While I reveal the story of a wild street kid

Cock your seat back, relax, while I spit

The spittin' image of how I live

Well first, I was highly influenced by them old-timer cliques

I was like 12, 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 hammer was a one-shot deuce-deuce

Had my pockets full of bullets, I was real loose

Thug parties out in Wavecrest always got shot up

Thug parties out in Queensbridge always got shot up

No wonder we bugged out and schizophrenic

Niggas ain't wanna fight, we cut yo' melon

Drinkin' that Olde English, Red Bull, and blue bull

Midnight Dragon was that cheap shit, fuck it, we was broke

Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this

He said "P, you gon' wind up dead

You and Hav' real good with that music shit

You need to stick to it, dunn, get your mind off the street"

And it stuck in the back of my head

Though I still did my little bit of menacin' every now and then

Bangouts in broad daylight – these things really happen

Niggas get cut up, I put it in my rappin'

It's not fiction, this the real deal fishscale

It couldn't get more graphic, I'm so trill

Said it's not fiction, this the real deal fishscale

So there you have it, let me touch that L

[Hook: Nas]

It goes – tick, tock

This is for my niggas in the Bridge blocks

Comin' through, better hide your wrist-watch

'Cause niggas will let they shits pop – hey, hey

Tick, tock

This is for my hoes, make your hips rock

Light a L ,baby, let the Cris' pop

Get your tits hot from this Hip-Hop – e'yday

It goes – tick, tock

This is for my niggas in the Bridge blocks

Comin' through, better hide your wrist-watch

'Cause niggas will let they shits pop – hey, hey

Tick, tock

This is for my hoes, make your hips rock

Light a L ,baby, let the Cris' pop

Get your tits hot from this Hip-Hop – e'yday