Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my name out, things will never be the same

They should've never let us get our foot in this game

Ever since I was introduced to rap music

I been missing a screw like Bishop in Juice, I could lose it

At any moment, those who know me know it

So they probably told to 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 waiting for that next beef, I'm cocked, locked and loaded

I'm ready to go so bad

I'm going bananas, my d*ck's so hard Anna

Nicole could use it to f*cking pole vault with

Oh sh*t! I mean when she was still bloated

Before they cut her stomach open and lypo'd it (Heheheh!)

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 10 minutes of fame

Every day 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 something to do with that

They all trying 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 f*cking jackpot for me

And Dre, it's like we hit the f*cking lottery

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

Why the f*ck you think we ride like we brothers?

When we rhyme with each other, in time we discovered

That we had more in common than 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 thinking God doesn't love us

Two odd motherf*ckers 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 getting dropped from Columbia

Two years later, me and Doc had to come, and, uhh-

Operate, that's when he popped up at number one

And we ain't never gonna stop if you wondering, even if I'm under the gun

You ain't got to 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 sh*t

I'm still gonna conduct motherf*cking business as usual

Egos aside 'fore I bruise 'em all

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

Nikes, Earthlings, how do you like these?

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

Stomping, I been romping

Since Tim Dog was hollering "F*ck Compton"

I was whiling, freestyling

Back when they were still making Maxell cassettes

I wasn't even rap's Elvis yet, that tells us that

Any doubts in your head, that seals the sh*t

Ricky ticky toc, ticky ticky toc

Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc

And ya' don't stop