The Clock Is Tickin Chords by Woodie

_ [E] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [B] _ _ [C#m] Bullets fly quicker than the eyes
Who is hitting Mary Jane to [B] ease the pain?
Your homie died, [C#] motherfucker, I'ma ride
Till the rally's on steel, [D] I'm in the bushes
[B] Camouflaging, think about no clientele
If I fail, I'll rot in jail, and if I succeed
I'll burn in hell, so either way I'm fucked
In these [C#m] streets, the Bible says I live my life
Run statistics, [D] say I'll die young
I can't [B] disagree, cause I'm a fucking walking time bomb
The clock is [C#m] ticking, fingers itching to unleash
Abuse on 32, [B] empty homies that are dying
[C#m] Defeat, the point of flesh, you wanna kill me?
[D] Sucker, really?
You're the [B] type
That pull your strap, then she holds [C#m] in the ceiling
Get knocked out for killing, sucker, give it up
Pull your strap [E] aside, ride to the club and live it up
Onto the cut, [C#] the clock is ticking
[A] Fingers itching, in the [B] bushes
Camouflage, waiting for my victim
Onto the cut, the clock is [A] ticking
Fingers itching, in the [B] bushes
Camouflage, waiting for [C#] my victim
Onto the cut, the clock is ticking
[D] Fingers itching, in the [B] bushes
Camouflage, waiting for my victim
I never thought that I would live to see the age of 21
I grew up paranoid when I opened sleeping with my gun
Fifty dollars bought my first strap, I started off one [D] shot
Hey, since the day I laid [B] a blaze, I've been stuck in [C#] evil ways
In a maze, got the power that it could devour
Stripped that OG from [B] his reputation
In the late night I would show
Shower, let the situation settle with [D] funk
But ain't no stopping the [B] popping niggas or dropping these punks
I found my calling and I hooked up with some natural born killers
Preferring .45
calibers over 9 millers
If I was not the pillar, so I creep [D] with caution
Stepping out [B] of Skylock on them red chucks flossing
Hogging, I'll be that motherfucker that [D] you hate
Cause you know I'll kick [E] that clip and slap it in
And test [D#] your faith to demonstrate the age of 21
I'll be yaka, fluid state of mind, that'll [D] suck
I'll be committing [B] sin with a devilish grin, I'll give [C#] some fuck up to the cuts
The clock is ticking, [F#m] fingers itching
In the bushes, [B] camouflage waiting for my victim
Onto the cuts
The clock is ticking, [D] fingers itching
In the bushes, [B] camouflage waiting for my victim
Onto the cuts
The clock is ticking, [F#m] fingers itching
In the bushes, [B] camouflage waiting for my victim
Onto the cuts
The clock is ticking, [D] fingers itching
In the bushes, [B] camouflage [C#m] waiting for my victim
Creeping, [C#] crawling, strap not [F#m] falling
But got a box [E] of ammo for the weapon that [C#] I'm hauling
The streets are [C#m] calling, so I'm coming with [A] artillery and chucks
And [B] khakis as I move up on my enemies
A pedigree soldier, yes
But [A] I found all the gal [B] profile, nothing less
I confess, I'm a sinner but I cannot show remorse
Cause [A] I can't afford to let the Bible [B] throw me off course
I'm gonna ride with what I got, [C#m] I'm iffy, suck a skulk
I can't be betting half my chips, I [B] gotta bet the whole stack
Do or die, make these motherfuckers understand
That [D] they're trying to touch a chronicle that [B] they can't [C#m] comprehend
Can't pretend to be a soldier when you're a punk
[A] Cause it'll hold you, I'm a soldier
I'm a [B] hogtied in the trunk [C#m] and they one chump
Ran your mouth and now you're bent up like a [D] slut
Should've kept your pistol [B] packed, fucking with this yack
Now onto the cuts
The clock is [A] ticking, fingers itching
In the bushes, [B] camouflage waiting for my victim
Onto the cuts
The clock is ticking, fingers [F#m] itching
In the bushes, [B] camouflage waiting for my victim
Onto the cuts
The clock is ticking, fingers [A] itching
In the bushes, [B] camouflage waiting for my victim
Onto the cuts
Onto _ [A] _
[B] the [C#m] _ _ cuts _ _
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