I told J. Flint, these rhymes can pay rent Need to holler 'bout some dollars cause mine yo they spent Gas, light, electric, and condo fee got me stressed kid They call me on the phone, he's not home can I take a message? Dodgein, dropped a half a grand on my lodge and Sprint to sprint went right upside my noggin Thinkin 'bout robbin', maybe gettin' a job and Employee of the year at Baskin Robin's Livin' life, you know what cost to be in it Some leave early, you just start now you finished Paid the highest tax, enough cheese to buy a rack Not to floss with that, tryna cop the flyer gats Man two bucks a gallon got my pockets cold wilin' I'd rather just stay at the crib creatin' styles and New hot **** like Chinese food chop sticks Cause when the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit I take a pull from the leaf like the Indian chief Hop in the whip full clip just to defend me in streets And that's a shame but the lames got the game all changed Draw aim and bust that thing for small fame On the news arraign One life took, one life booked Now two *****s will never see the sunlight look That's half the cats around my way, whole generation sway On some Willie Lynch **** but happenin' today I was rappin to my rays about how whitey's a trip Think life is only what society grips Man my *****s slang **** to dank, coke, and sherm Makin' all type of dollars with no tax return I wish the wack would learn, Instead of frontin' like they know it You wanna impress me, drop a track I can flow with, and roll up Jazz Lib, the cold crush with, chika chika, J. Sands no man can hold us Yeah J. Sands, Jazz Lib put down hold on all year round Yo, When the clock ticks We need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks We need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks We need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks We need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo I was blessed, never had to run in the streets Growin' up slingin' sheets with a gun in my fleece See in my hood family's deep, always somethin' to eat But not a cookout everyday, straight a month and a week Ridin' down Federal, how it's changed incredible Cleaned out, fiend out, things out, you better move Them the kids by the alpine, shout out to crowd tryin' To murk your cast with the gats heard the loud sign '93 was the worst year on the earth here, a hundred plus murders *****s thinkin' that this turfs theirs, ridin' for it The white man own it, they dyin' for it, another way god sakes Momma's cryin' for it, now youngins on the same trip You wasn't allowed off your porch now you gang bang sick Talkin' all that hot ****, man you got the plot flipped Just because I called you cuz don't mean I walk crip So, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yo, When the clock ticks I need a profit Cuz, When the clock ticks I need a profit Cuz, When the clock ticks I need a profit Cuz, When the clock ticks I need a profit Yea, you don't stop, and you won't stop, and you can't stop Yea, you don't stop, you don't stop, you don't stop Yeah J. Sands, Jazz Lib put down hold on all year round Yeah J. Sands ...