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