Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my name out

Things will never be the same

They should have never let us

Get off foot in this game

Ever since I was introduced to rap music

I been missin' a screw like Bishop and Juice

I could lose it at any moment

Those who know me know it

So they probaly told you go with the flow

Just so that I don't explode and

Have another episode where I let it go

As far as the one with Benzino did

I'm waitin' for that next beef

I'm cocked, locked and loaded

I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin' bananas

My dick's so hard Anna Nicole could

Use it to fuckin' pole vault with-

Oh, shit! I mean when she was still bloated

Before they cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it

Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, it's a game

'Cause they know that they don't spit the same

It's a shame what people do for ten minutes of fame

Everyday, it's the same thing

People in this game try to buddy, buddy us

Just to get close enough to study us

Everybody just wants to have somethin' to do with that

They all tryin' to get that stamp

They after that Shady, Aftermath, money

It's like a Monopoly

They probably just now finally

Understand, how to rob fully?

50 Cent was like a fuckin' jackpot for me

And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin' lottery

And a damn slot machine at the same time as each other

Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers

When we rhyme with each other?

In time we discovered that we have more in common

Then we thought with each other

Both robbed of our mothers

Our fathers ain't want us

What was wrong with us, was it our fault

'Cause we started thinkin' God doesn't love us

Two odd motherfuckers

Who just happened to meet at the right time

What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens

I still remember the call up at Chung King 'cause

Big L had just got popped just a month before

If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped from Columbia

Two years later me and Doc had to come and operate

That's when he popped up a number one

And we ain't never gonna stop if you wonderin'

Even if I'm under the gun

You ain't gotta agree all the time with me

Or see eye to eye

There'll always be animosity between you and I

But see the difference is if it is I could give a shit

Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as usual

Ego's aside 'fore I bruise 'em all

Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you call

Nike's, Earthlings, how do you like these?

You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats

Stompin', I been rompin'

Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' "Fuck Compton"

I was whilin', freestylin'

Back when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes

I wasn't even raps Elvis yet

That tells us that-

Any doubts in your head that seals the shit

Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc

Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc

And ya don't stop