Ricky Ticky Toc
[Eminem]Once you call my name out things will never be the sameThey should have never let us get our foot in this game
Ever since I was introduced to rap musicI been missing a screw like Bishop in "Juice," I could lose itAt any moment, those who know me know itSo they probably told to go with the flow, just so thatI don't explode and, have another episodeWhere I let it go as far as the one with Benzino didI'm waiting for that next beef, I'm cocked locked and loadedI'm ready to go so badI'm going bananas, my dick's so hard Anna Nicole couldUse it to fucking pole-vault withOh shit! I mean when she was still bloatedBefore they cut her stomach open and lypo'ed itAnybody I throw flames at, gets a nameIt's a game, cause they know that they don't spit the sameIt's a shame, what people do for ten minutes of fameEveryday it's the same thingPeople in this game try to buddy-buddy usJust to get close enough to study usEverybody just wants to have something to do with thatThey all trying get that stampThey after that Shady/Aftermath moneyIt's like a monopolyThey probably just now finally understand "How to Rob" fully50 Cent was like a fucking jackpot for meAnd Dre, it's like we hit the fucking lotteryAnd the damn slot machine at the same time as each otherWhy the fuck you think we ride like we brothers?When we rhyme with each other, in time we discoveredThat we had more in common that we thought with each otherBoth robbed of our mothers, our fathers ain't want usWhat was wrong with us, was it our fault?Cause we started thinking God doesn't love usTwo odd motherfuckers who just happened to meet at the right timeWhat a coincidence it is, cause when 50 got shot up in JamaicaQueens, I still remember the call up at Chung King causeBig L had just got popped just a month beforeIf 50 lives he's getting dropped from ColumbiaTwo years later me and Doc had to come and uhhOperate, that's when he popped up at number oneAnd we ain't never gonna stop if you wonderingEven if I'm under the gunYou ain't got to agree all the time with me or see eye to eyeThere'll always be animosity between you and IBut see the difference is, if it is, I could give a shitStill gonna conduct motherfucking business as usualEgos aside 'fore I bruise 'em allSwallow your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you callNikes, Earthlings, how do you like these?You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleatsStomping, I been rompingSince Tim Dog was, hollering, "Fuck Compton"I was whiling, freestylingBack when, they were still making, Maxell casettesI wasn't even rap's Elvis yet, that tells us thatAny doubts in your head that seals the shitRicky ticky toc, ticky ticky tocStill with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy DocAnd ya don't stop