| Song | Final Tic |
| Artist | Crucial Conflict |
| Album | The Final Tic |
| 作词 : Johnson, King, Leverston ... | |
| Hook 2x: C- | |
| H-I-C-A-G- | |
| O It's the final tic and here we go | |
| Forget about them other styles | |
| Conflict kicking rodeo | |
| Verse 1: Kilo | |
| Once upon a time | |
| In the land of gang bang mentality | |
| When we drop quick | |
| Final tic clik | |
| Fatality is reality | |
| When the sunset | |
| We blaze this hay | |
| In the midst of a | |
| Conflict that's | |
| Crucial Here we become bogus on the hunt | |
| Notice how we speak this bump | |
| If you wondering what is rodeo | |
| THEN SADDL | |
| E UP! For a different adventure | |
| A journey to | |
| Chicago Westside where the hood lie '95 bound, we talking bout shit | |
| Of a different plane | |
| Secret loan hear we bang | |
| The rooting tooting shooting maniac | |
| Banging gats blunted high | |
| The gat going up tonight giddy up | |
| We copping that game at the drop of a dime | |
| Cause really where | |
| I'm at Scandalous, peeping the foes | |
| You gotta know the signs | |
| Load 'em up fast time running out | |
| Turn 'em in turn 'em round | |
| For the Conflict | |
| If youz a snitch you betta get a grip | |
| And come equipped for the | |
| Final Tic | |
| Hook Verse 2: | |
| Cold Hard | |
| You know again it's on in the motherfucker | |
| Still riding, my style is based on rodeo | |
| Crucial Conflict what they hollering | |
| They spooky now nigga let's turn it on | |
| Fuck it burn shit | |
| Let's fight till we hear that final tic | |
| Kill till we kill each other clik | |
| Bitch, you was talking crazy | |
| But now we finish up your damn mouth | |
| Send your bitch ass back down south | |
| Let you know that your ass out | |
| Niggas playing these games like a lame | |
| Get they ass whipped | |
| Beat up and slapped around | |
| Broken legs twisted hips | |
| Two eyes shot two busted lips | |
| Teeth knocked out two busted whips | |
| Bloody body up for gives | |
| That's the life you chose to live | |
| Now what's up wid that tough shit | |
| I knew your ass was just a bitch | |
| Drop you down just like a bomb | |
| And you got the | |
| Final Tic | |
| Hook 2x Verse 3: | |
| Never Nigga this the final tic | |
| Calm bitches done made him mad | |
| Bust a cap and jump back and it's on | |
| And I'm gone and got a damn thing to say | |
| Push push and push one more motherfuckin' time | |
| Fuck a bitch fighting ain't the same no more | |
| So I got the stinking hoe | |
| Push that bitch 6 under zero | |
| Who to roll mile though for | |
| Chicago Kicking down the door wid the rodeo | |
| C-O-N-flict trigger happy got the bomb | |
| Up in the barnyard | |
| Smoking on hay everyday in the | |
| Chi-Town Had you throw down wid rodeo fever | |
| And we got our mind made up | |
| Give a fuck what the next man say gotta make it | |
| Let me get down and take it | |
| To that other level, petty ride | |
| Who doing the killing | |
| Presuming to killing the villain | |
| I'ma meet you on that other side | |
| Born to kill a man gotta kill a man | |
| Born to ride and ride and roll in thick | |
| I'ma come on up so you betta get ready | |
| For the last and | |
| Final Tic | |
| Hook Verse 4: | |
| WildStyle | |
| This is the final tic | |
| I didn't mean to show my ass hoe | |
| But I can't be soft coming off nasty | |
| Willing woulda killa nigga if you wanna | |
| Make it out alive kid you might die | |
| I could fuck up your homies | |
| Everylast one a y'all is a free fall ah no | |
| Dynamite all around me | |
| In ten more seconds we all might be gone | |
| Four tons a death | |
| You can't escape the | |
| Conflict Wid the rodeo when you explode | |
| It's overloading the flow | |
| If you know woulda known | |
| Betta pray cause it won't be no more | |
| Did you wanna be blindfolded | |
| Pressure, all around make you feel it | |
| I'ma villain | |
| I'ma kill it | |
| Final tic tock quick | |
| In the room and smoke it | |
| Close you eyes and hold on tight | |
| Don't try to fight it's on tonight | |
| Bet a motherfucker now won't touch that mic | |
| Cause he might get this dynamite | |
| Grabbed your face trying to get away | |
| Conflict done dropped the bomb bitch | |
| Straight from | |
| C-H-I, we never die | |
| You know I talk that final tic | |
| Hook 6x |
| zuò cí : Johnson, King, Leverston ... | |
| Hook 2x: C | |
| HICAG | |
| O It' s the final tic and here we go | |
| Forget about them other styles | |
| Conflict kicking rodeo | |
| Verse 1: Kilo | |
| Once upon a time | |
| In the land of gang bang mentality | |
| When we drop quick | |
| Final tic clik | |
| Fatality is reality | |
| When the sunset | |
| We blaze this hay | |
| In the midst of a | |
| Conflict that' s | |
| Crucial Here we become bogus on the hunt | |
| Notice how we speak this bump | |
| If you wondering what is rodeo | |
| THEN SADDL | |
| E UP! For a different adventure | |
| A journey to | |
| Chicago Westside where the hood lie ' 95 bound, we talking bout shit | |
| Of a different plane | |
| Secret loan hear we bang | |
| The rooting tooting shooting maniac | |
| Banging gats blunted high | |
| The gat going up tonight giddy up | |
| We copping that game at the drop of a dime | |
| Cause really where | |
| I' m at Scandalous, peeping the foes | |
| You gotta know the signs | |
| Load ' em up fast time running out | |
| Turn ' em in turn ' em round | |
| For the Conflict | |
| If youz a snitch you betta get a grip | |
| And come equipped for the | |
| Final Tic | |
| Hook Verse 2: | |
| Cold Hard | |
| You know again it' s on in the motherfucker | |
| Still riding, my style is based on rodeo | |
| Crucial Conflict what they hollering | |
| They spooky now nigga let' s turn it on | |
| Fuck it burn shit | |
| Let' s fight till we hear that final tic | |
| Kill till we kill each other clik | |
| Bitch, you was talking crazy | |
| But now we finish up your damn mouth | |
| Send your bitch ass back down south | |
| Let you know that your ass out | |
| Niggas playing these games like a lame | |
| Get they ass whipped | |
| Beat up and slapped around | |
| Broken legs twisted hips | |
| Two eyes shot two busted lips | |
| Teeth knocked out two busted whips | |
| Bloody body up for gives | |
| That' s the life you chose to live | |
| Now what' s up wid that tough shit | |
| I knew your ass was just a bitch | |
| Drop you down just like a bomb | |
| And you got the | |
| Final Tic | |
| Hook 2x Verse 3: | |
| Never Nigga this the final tic | |
| Calm bitches done made him mad | |
| Bust a cap and jump back and it' s on | |
| And I' m gone and got a damn thing to say | |
| Push push and push one more motherfuckin' time | |
| Fuck a bitch fighting ain' t the same no more | |
| So I got the stinking hoe | |
| Push that bitch 6 under zero | |
| Who to roll mile though for | |
| Chicago Kicking down the door wid the rodeo | |
| CONflict trigger happy got the bomb | |
| Up in the barnyard | |
| Smoking on hay everyday in the | |
| ChiTown Had you throw down wid rodeo fever | |
| And we got our mind made up | |
| Give a fuck what the next man say gotta make it | |
| Let me get down and take it | |
| To that other level, petty ride | |
| Who doing the killing | |
| Presuming to killing the villain | |
| I' ma meet you on that other side | |
| Born to kill a man gotta kill a man | |
| Born to ride and ride and roll in thick | |
| I' ma come on up so you betta get ready | |
| For the last and | |
| Final Tic | |
| Hook Verse 4: | |
| WildStyle | |
| This is the final tic | |
| I didn' t mean to show my ass hoe | |
| But I can' t be soft coming off nasty | |
| Willing woulda killa nigga if you wanna | |
| Make it out alive kid you might die | |
| I could fuck up your homies | |
| Everylast one a y' all is a free fall ah no | |
| Dynamite all around me | |
| In ten more seconds we all might be gone | |
| Four tons a death | |
| You can' t escape the | |
| Conflict Wid the rodeo when you explode | |
| It' s overloading the flow | |
| If you know woulda known | |
| Betta pray cause it won' t be no more | |
| Did you wanna be blindfolded | |
| Pressure, all around make you feel it | |
| I' ma villain | |
| I' ma kill it | |
| Final tic tock quick | |
| In the room and smoke it | |
| Close you eyes and hold on tight | |
| Don' t try to fight it' s on tonight | |
| Bet a motherfucker now won' t touch that mic | |
| Cause he might get this dynamite | |
| Grabbed your face trying to get away | |
| Conflict done dropped the bomb bitch | |
| Straight from | |
| CHI, we never die | |
| You know I talk that final tic | |
| Hook 6x |