Tical Lyrics

Tical lyrics

*sounds of fighting*

"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last
time.
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."
"I'd like to try your
Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!"

Intro: Method (and others)

From
the tip top?
(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light
dude?)
Yup
One two (no doubt, no doubt)
One two one two
Yo one two,
uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)
Ah one two, uh, one two
one two (yeah light that shit up)
Ah one two yo, check me
out

Chorus:

What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical,
tical
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
What's that shit the
niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical
Pass it over here... tical... tical,
tical

Verse One:

Check it, I got styles, all of em sick
Niggaz
ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
I make em shit about a pile,
of bricks to show
He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe
That wanna
flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek
I come to throw monkey wrenches in
your program, sleep
and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass
In a whip,
with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas
It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look
in the sky
Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly
Cause my
style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles
Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the
chair, you can bet I'll
get severe on the double I harass it
I don't look
for trouble, I'm already trouble
Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I
crafted
Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic,
way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have
it

Chorus

One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh, one two
one two
One two, uh, one two one two
Check it out

Verse
Two:

What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit
that we got is to
stay high, no question
Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin
When
brothers start wettin everything in ya section
Move that, niggaz came
strapped, shoulda knew that
Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw
that
To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
To the battle, I heard
you rattle now hold up
Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?
Starvin, for
a rap treat, steppin on my feet
Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
In
a FUCKED UP situation, without no help
I'm not playin, cause I don't play
with nobody
God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs
I
be sprayin, brother with words
Cause I got a spit
PRAAA-BLEM

Chorus

One two uh, one two one two
One two uh...
(stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)
(yeah niggaz
better recognize... tical...)