"Ricky Ticky Toc" LYRICS EMINEM

"Ricky Ticky Toc" LYRICS EMINEM

EMINEM LYRICS

"Ricky Ticky Toc"

Once you call my name out things will never be the same....They should have never let us get off foot in this game...Ever since I was introduced to rap musicI been missing a screw like Bishop and JuiceI could lose it at any momentThose who know me know itSo they're probably told you go with the flowJust so that I don't explodeAnd have another episode where I let it go as far asThe one with Benzino did I'm waiting for that next beef,I'm cocked, locked and loadedI'm ready to go so bad I'm going bananas,My dick's so hard Anna Nicole could use it to fucking pole vault withOh shit, I mean when she was still bloatedBefore they cut her stomach open and lipoed itAnybody I throw flames at gets a name it's a gameCause they know that they don't spit the sameIt's a shame, what people do for 10 minutes of fameEveryday it's the same thing,People 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 to 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 a damn slot machine at the same time as each otherWhy the fuck you think we ride like we brothersWhen we rhyme with each otherIn time we discovered that we have more in commonThen we thought with each otherBoth robbed of our mothersOur fathers ain't want usWhat was wrong with us, was it our faultCause we started thinking god doesn't love usTwo odd motherfuckers who just happened to meet at the right timeWhat a coincidence cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica QueensI still remember the call up in ??Big 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, uh, operateThat's when he popped up a number oneAnd we ain't never gonna stop if you wond-eringEven if I'm under the gunYou ain't gotta agree all the time with meOr see eye to eye there'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 usualEgo's aside, fore I bruise em' allSwallow your pride fore I step on it with shoes you call Nike'sEarth links how do you like these you gotta love themLook at the bottom of em' they're like cleatsStomping, I been romping since Tim Dogg was hollering'Fuck Compton'I was whilin', free styling back when they was still making Maxell cassettesI wasn't even raps Elvis yetThat tells us that any doubts in your head that seals the shitRicky-Ticky-Toc-Ticky-Ticky-TocStill with the Diggy-Diggy-Doc-Diggy-Diggy-DocAnd you don't stop