The Clock Is Tickin Chords by Woodie

_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ [A] _ _ [B] _ [D]
Bullets [B] fly, quicker than the eyes, you was [A] hit and Mary Jane to ease the [B] pain, your homie died
[C#] Motherfucker, I'ma ride till the rally's on [C#m] steel, I'm [A] in the bushes camouflaging, [B] thinking about no [E] clientele
If I fail, I'll rot in jail, and if I succeed, [A] I'll burn in hell, so either [B] way I'm fucked in these streets
[C#m] The Bible says I live my life, on statistics say I [A] die young, I can't disagree [B] cause I'm a [C#m] fucking walking time bomb
The clock is ticking, fingers itching to unleash a [A] beast, I'm 32, empty [B] homies at a dying defeat
[C#m] The point of flesh, you wanna kill me?
Sucker, really?
You're the type to [B] pull your strap, this shoe [C#m] holds in the ceiling, get knocked out for killing
Sucker, give it [A] up, put your strap aside, [E] ride through the club and live it [B] out, I'll do the cuts
The clock is ticking, [C#] fingers itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, waiting for my victim
I'll do the cuts
The clock is ticking, [A] fingers itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, waiting for my victim
I'll do the cuts
The clock is ticking, [C#] fingers [A] itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, waiting for my victim
I never thought that I would [C#m] live to see the age of 21, [A] I grew up paranoid [B] when I opened sleeping with my gun
$50 bought my first strap, I [C#m] started off one shot [A] gay, since the day I laid a [B] blaze, I've been [D] stuck in evil [C#] ways
In a maze, at the power that it could [A] devour, stripped that OG from his [B] reputation, in the late night I would show
Shower, let the situation [C#m] sour with funk, [A] but ain't no stopping the popping, [B] they get to dropping these punks
I found my calling and I hooked up with some natural born [A] killers, preferring .45
[B] calibers over 9 millers
Survival's not the pillar, so [C#m] I creep with [A] caution, stepping out of [B] style, look on them red trucks flossing
Hogging, I'll be that motherfucker that you [D] hate, cause you know I'll take that [E] clip and slap it in a test
So [B] afraid to demonstrate the yaka-poo, a state of [C#m] mind that'll [A] suck, I'll be committing sin [B] with a devil's [C#m] grin, I'll give the fuck up to the [C#m] cuts
The clock is ticking, fingers [F#m] itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, waiting for my victim
I'll do the cuts
The clock is ticking, [E] fingers [A] itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, waiting for my victim
I'll do the cuts
The clock is ticking, fingers [F#m] itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, waiting for my victim
I'll do the cuts
The clock is ticking, [A] fingers itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, [C#m] waiting for my victim
I'm everything, crawling, strapped, not [F#m] falling, but got a box of [E] ammo for the [G#m] weapon that I'm hauling
The [C#] streets are calling, so I'm [A] coming with artillery and chucks and [B] khakis as I move [E] up on my [B] enemies
A pedigree soldier, yes, would've [A] found all the cow [B] profile, nothing [C#] less, I confess
I'm a sinner but I cannot show [C#m] remorse, cause I [A] can't afford to let the Bible throw [B] me off course
I'm gonna ride with what I got and [C#m] make you suck a skulk, I can [A] kick you better than half my chips
I [B] gotta bet the whole stack, [C#] do or die, make these [C#m] motherfuckers understand
That they're [A] trying to touch a chronicle that they [B] can't comprehend
[C#m] Can't pretend to be a soldier, when you're a [A] punk, cause it'll hold you
Hog [B] tied in the trunk and [C#m] they won't jump
Ran your mouth and now you're bent up like a slut
Should've kept your pistol [B] cocked, fucking [Em] with this yacht
Now I'll do the [B] cuts
The clock is ticking, fingers [A] itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, waiting for my victim
I'll do the cuts
The clock is ticking, [A] fingers itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, waiting for my victim
I'll do the cuts
The clock is ticking, fingers [A] itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, waiting for my victim
I'll do the cuts
The clock is ticking, [C#] fingers itching, in the bushes [B] camouflage, [C#m] waiting for my victim
I'll do the cuts _ _ _ _ _