: (feat. Young Buck) [50 Cent:] I'm a work of art A ghetto version of Mozart Yeah... haha [Chorus: 50 Cent] I move the keys, they call me the piano
bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger from the mutha-fuckin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick
got (I I get it) i get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 1:] I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
, niemand wird dich hier lieben, du Fliege bleibst eine Riesenniete, deine vielen Releases sind scheisse, du Ficker, deine Bitches, dein Ticker, doch
it And if some come run only to visit No muse so if I told you would you tell me like you did it? I hate that wake that sucker up buck buck buck 'N tell
came to get my rocks off... [x4] Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, that's what you is to me, Let a nun suck my dick, and the preacher man see. Get buck wild
forget like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer
bodies that I can tonight Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight [Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck
and flip The way I think, I?ve been classified as violent and sick I?m like a time bomb, the CIA designed me to tick Designed me to head over to Poppy
side side Gonna work it out Gonna work it out Left right side side Now work it out Gonna work it out Get buck get buck get buck get buck Then left leg
Black talons rippin through yo body The sight of a bloody scene Murder is what I fiend For I saw the darkest hour The clock ticks well You feel the wrath
of me Black talons rippin through yo body The sight of a blood scene Murder is what I fiend For I saw the darkest hour The clock ticks well You feel the
Stomachs And Hips. Quick Tip, Quit Sippin That Patron That Shit Will Get You Flipped Like A Baton...And Two Arms. Who Calm Im Calm You Calm? Tick Tick
Nobody tells you where to go, baby What if I ride? What if you walk? What if you rock around the clock? Tick-tock, tick-tock What if you did? What if
/Buck/Mills/Stipe/Ayers) Windout - if you're out of wind Windout - if you're really spent Windout - if you're young and red (chorus) Yeah, tick tock
done, where they from and who run shit I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks To the last drip-drop To the, tick
to get mine from the jump G-Dub hooked it up, so you know its gotta straight bump a typical day on the eastside a lot of gangstas buck mouths and brothas