Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Final Tic, artist - Crucial ConflictDate of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Final Tic |
| It’s the final tic and here we go Forget about them other styles |
| Conflict kicking rodeo |
| Verse 1: Kilo |
| Once upon a time |
| In the land of gang bang mentality |
| When we drop quick |
| Final tic clik |
| Fatality is reality |
| When the sunset |
| We blaze this hay |
| In the midst of a Conflict that’s Crucial |
| Here we become bogus on the hunt |
| Notice how we speak this bump |
| If you wondering what is rodeo |
| THEN SADDLE UP! |
| For a different adventure |
| A journey to Chicago |
| Westside where the hood lie |
| '95 bound, we talking bout shit |
| Of a different plane |
| Secret loan hear we bang |
| The rooting tooting shooting maniac |
| Banging gats blunted high |
| The gat going up tonight giddy up We copping that game at the drop of a dime |
| Cause really where I’m at Scandalous, peeping the foes |
| You gotta know the signs |
| Load 'em up fast time running out |
| Turn 'em in turn 'em round |
| For the Conflict |
| If youz a snitch you betta get a grip |
| And come equipped for the Final Tic |
| Hook |
| Verse 2: Cold Hard |
| You know again it’s on in the motherfucker |
| Still riding, my style is based on rodeo |
| Crucial Conflict what they hollering |
| They spooky now nigga let’s turn it on Fuck it burn shit |
| Let’s fight till we hear that final tic |
| Kill till we kill each other clik |
| Bitch, you was talking crazy |
| But now we finish up your damn mouth |
| Send your bitch ass back down south |
| Let you know that your ass out |
| Niggas playing these games like a lame |
| Get they ass whipped |
| Beat up and slapped around |
| Broken legs twisted hips |
| Two eyes shot two busted lips |
| Teeth knocked out two busted whips |
| Bloody body up for gives |
| That’s the life you chose to live |
| Now what’s up wid that tough shit |
| I knew your ass was just a bitch |
| Drop you down just like a bomb |
| And you got the Final Tic |
| Hook 2x |
| Verse 3: Never |
| Nigga this the final tic |
| Calm bitches done made him mad |
| Bust a cap and jump back and it’s on And I’m gone and got a damn thing to say |
| Push push and push one more motherfuckin’time |
| Fuck a bitch fighting ain’t the same no more |
| So I got the stinking hoe |
| Push that bitch 6 under zero |
| Who to roll mile though for Chicago |
| Kicking down the door wid the rodeo |
| C-O-N-flict trigger happy got the bomb |
| Up in the barnyard |
| Smoking on hay everyday in the Chi-Town |
| Had you throw down wid rodeo fever |
| And we got our mind made up Give a fuck what the next man say gotta make it Let me get down and take it To that other level, petty ride |
| Who doing the killing |
| Presuming to killing the villain |
| I’ma meet you on that other side |
| Born to kill a man gotta kill a man |
| Born to ride and ride and roll in thick |
| I’ma come on up so you betta get ready |
| For the last and Final Tic |
| Hook |
| Verse 4: WildStyle |
| This is the final tic |
| I didn’t mean to show my ass hoe |
| But I can’t be soft coming off nasty |
| Willing woulda killa nigga if you wanna |
| Make it out alive kid you might die |
| I could fuck up your homies |
| Everylast one a y’all is a free fall ah no Dynamite all around me In ten more seconds we all might be gone |
| Four tons a death |
| You can’t escape the Conflict |
| Wid the rodeo when you explode |
| It’s overloading the flow |
| If you know woulda known |
| Betta pray cause it won’t be no more |
| Did you wanna be blindfolded |
| Pressure, all around make you feel it |
| I’ma villain I’ma kill it Final tic tock quick |
| In the room and smoke it Close you eyes and hold on tight |
| Don’t try to fight it’s on tonight |
| Bet a motherfucker now won’t touch that mic |
| Cause he might get this dynamite |
| Grabbed your face trying to get away |
| Conflict done dropped the bomb bitch |
| Straight from C-H-I, we never die |
| You know I talk that final tic |
| Hook 6x |