[Hook x2:]



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 SADDLE 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 x2]



[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 x6]