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[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
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