Dillin Hoox, Rap King, 50 Cent - Clock Tickin'

Niggas be shootin', just to be shootin' I ain't with that I'll leave your tongue kissin' my MAC I'll push your shit back Ferrari F50, jet black, I'm 'bout to get that Ladies love LL, but they let me hit that Is it the way I look, or is it the way I spit that? That got these high-class hoes wanna come and chit-chat Split the paper fifty-fifty? (Huh?) Yeah, I'm with that But when I rob up your ass, you can't get your shit back (Haha) I'm ahead of my time or y'all niggas behind Shit, I'm gettin' hotter and hotter when I rhyme 50 Cent, Southside, niggas know how I rock I post up on your block with the Glock Like a beat walker cop One nigga stunt, one nigga shot One G in your bank, I got that, stop Niggas go against the grain, fuck what they thinkin'? 'Bout to gem star their head open to see what they thinkin' Come on Put the rap game in doggy style, I'm comin' from behind Y'all be talkin' shit, but y'all be frontin' in your rhymes Y'all be talkin' big when there's no money on the line Who you think you, Kevin Hart? Y'all be funny all the time Put the rap game in doggy style, I'm comin' from behind Y'all be talkin' shit, but y'all be frontin' in your rhymes Y'all be talkin' big when there's no money on the line Who you think you, Kevin Hart? Y'all be funny all the time Raise up, rise up, they won't save us Wake up, time's up, time don't wait up Clock tickin', not kiddin', that don't phase us Hard times, rock bottom, that's what makes us Raise up, rise up, they won't save us Wake up, time's up, time don't wait up Clock tickin', not kiddin', that don't phase us Hard times, rock bottom, that's what makes us Haters hate, I'm makin' paper, heard it through the grapevine I been on the road, I grind, I ain't gon' waste time Y'all say you have my back, but then flake, fine Gotta walk a straight line 'cause everythin' a hate crime Your girl is actin' bougie 'cause you spoil her in the bags of Louis Manifest abundance, that's the shit that I'm attractin' to me What's distractin' to me are these Fake smiles, they happen to be snakes What a shame, in your face, they be actin' Gucci Y'all fall in love and get lost in the broad Can't compare us, what's a dog to a squad? Can't compare me to you, a boss to a fraud Can't compare a lost cause to a God (A God) Put the rap game in doggy style, I'm comin' from behind Y'all be talkin' shit, but y'all be frontin' in your rhymes Y'all be talkin' big when there's no money on the line Who you think you, Kevin Hart? Y'all be funny all the time Raise up, rise up, they won't save us Wake up, time's up, time to wait up Clock tickin', not kiddin', that don't phase us Hard times, rock bottom, that's what makes us Raise up, rise up, they won't save us Wake up, time's up, time to wait up Clock tickin', not kiddin', that don't phase us Hard times, rock bottom, that's what makes us