the, double-O to the, T-S an' Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss Embrace you wit
define it Deside it to a whole notha groove Play it to anotha move Hope ya go through Cause ya won't strike two With twelve jury's up your piers You better
the fool from the ol' school When it's time to duel, you get two men Two heaters, one street, one clock and when it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop
just a cry baby cry cry baby cry your just a cry baby So my Lovett now you see what this would do to me listen as the clock strikes twelve your all
People wanna know where I where I get my rhythm Rhythm, come from, the thing called wisdom Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-dome when the, clock, strikes, twelve
call my name You call my name You call my name The door is open now I have to go The moon shines brighter Than it did before The clock strikes twelve
to this entity A spark that surges through the undergrowth overwhelmin the populace from the entry The Wu-Tang Dynasty, has emerged from this elite fleet I was appointed to strike
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher Twelve
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
The streets is mad right now Tell em why we mad Rappers whatever you call yourself Pack ya bags and get out of town Cause I'ma strike down on thee wit
mouth right And like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright I feelin like my whole life is a green light never turn red Cause I strike like a rattlesnake
plight of my niggaz We die, for five figures don't lie, it happens [Chorus] [Pep Love:] I'm hot under the collar but melanin keeps me cool Twelve sinner
this summer Gunshots from the hummer Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back" mack ten, eleven, twelve
, twelve o'clock rock We're gonna rock around the clock tonight Put your glad rags on and join me, hon' We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one
I ain't no hata or nothing But he can't love you like I can Trust me As the clock strikes twelve I'm sitting here wondering how the hell Did I let you
) All day I need some brown weed (Jenny) I need some cut (Lady, lady) Now these doors don't open, til after dark (Owoo) And it ain't 'til twelve 'til