When The Clock Ticks

Lyrics

[Verse 1: J. Sands] 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?" Dodgin', 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-Robbin'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 shit like Chinese food chop sticks 'Cause when the clock ticks, I need a profit [Chorus: J. Sands] Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit [Verse 2: J. Sands] 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 niggas will never see the sunlight, look That's half the cats around my way, whole generation sway On some Willie Lynch shit but happenin' today I was rappin' to my rays about how whitey's a trip Think life is only what society grips Man, my niggas' slang dope 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 jigga J. Sands No man can hold us, yeah J. Sands, Jazz Lib, yeah, and Lone Cat And when the clock ticks, we need a profit And when the clock tick, we need a profit [Chorus: J. Sands] Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit [Verse 3: J. Sands] 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 every day, 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 Niggas 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 shit, man, you got the plot flipped Just because I called you cuz don't mean I walk crip, nigga You little young dumb motherfucker I'm just showing you love, that's why I say So when the clock tick, I need a profit [Chorus: J. Sands] Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit Yo, when the clock tick, I need a profit [Outro: J. Sands] 'Cause when the clock tick, I need a profit (The Jazz Libz, yeah) 'Cause when the clock tick (Paris, France in the house), I need a profit (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause when the clock tick (Yeah, yeah), I need a profit (Yeah) And you don't stop and you won't stop And you can't stop, 'cause it's hip-hop I said you won't stop and you don't stop And you don't stop and you don't stop Yeah, uh, uh, J. Sssss J. Sands, Jazz Lib, puttin' it down, holdin' the crown all year 'round Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop J. Sands, y'all, forever rock, peace, ha ha Yeah, no doubt, we good, we good, we good