* several different beats are used in this song

Like ice cube's "jacking for beats"



(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

Sticky

What's my muthafuckin' name

Fingaz

And who i'm rollin' wit

All my killas

Uh uh uh labels better get it right

Rappers better gimme that beat fool

Clik clik you been robbed now

You didn't know sticky fingaz on ya track now

Somebody said you number 1 in the streets

That's why i'm coming for you first jackin' your beat

I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit

Got robbed on the radio broad day public

The thugs loved it it's not a game

Went solo on that ass but it's still the same



(holla holla-ja rule)

Beat robba robba

Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em hotta hotta

Stealin' all ya spins plus ya dollas dollas

Killas if you feel me just folla folla (what, come on)

Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat

Even if it's off your plate i gots to eat

I'm on some bullshit for no apparent reason

I want it wit y'all i'm ready to die breathin'



(hate me now-nas)

It's the rappers i rob

The beats that i take

The labels i snake

For 30 grand help you perform at the wake

Touch ya life and everything i touch i take

Hate me now cuz later gon be too late

I merk you

Everything i spit is controversial

I'm the illest killa they ever signed to universal

F the fordham

I'm god son

As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla i'ma rob 'em



(how to rob-50 cent)

My sticky fingaz turn fists across ya jaw

Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards

The real fifty from brooklyn god bless he got outed

You just a fake clown who front and rout about it

I got a new deal

For a few mil

Shoot to kill

You fruity like dru hill

You spare change you ain't even half a man cuz

Matter of fact you ain't even half the man ya moms was



(ha-juvenile)

Oh you thought you was safe, ha

Though you could escape, ha

Cuz we label mates, ha

Oh you thought i wouldn't get yo cake, ha

You thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha

And birds wanna have sticky baby, ha

Dogs run around stayin' sticky crazy, ha

He ain't got no type of sense, ha

No tellin' what i do

Might even jack my own crew



(throw ya gunz-onyx)

The original take 'em out bring 'em out dead

Comin' at me wrong kid i put that thing to ya head

Sticky fingaz going for self call the cops

Don't even talk to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot



(play around-lil' cease)

5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya door

Colt 4-4 i'm puttin' chalk on your floor

Find you up the block from ya house dead in the store

Work the beat like pigeons and i'm bucking 'em all

Press ya luck and you'll fall

Neva seen nothing this raw

I'm what the world been waitin' for

Wait no more

This wack shit can't take no more

Should've been banned the streets should've made it a law



(what ya want-eve)

I'm ready for war

What ya niggas want (what, what, what, bring it)

Can't touch

All y'all niggas sweet even rob swizz beats

Nowadays producers gettin' 50 g's

Jack they beat kid i did my track for free

Jerk you for ya pub i ain't payin' a fee

I just loop it up on the mpc



(the party is goin' on over here-busta rhymes)

Long as you live neva seen nothing this while

Took ya beat and flipped it right in my style

Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my style

And if it's dead in the crowd i put some life in the crowd

God's gift to the underground

Running 'em down

Fucking 'em down

Empires be tumblin' down

The end of the world is comin' around

Throw ya ass in the ground

Nothing to lose

Changing the rules

Playin' for keeps

I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the streets

Sticky fingaz and i'm jackin' for beats


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