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* 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

[sticky] yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga
[copper] you know what? get on the floor alright
[sticky] yo man get the fuck off me
[copper] get down on the ground, and spread em out alright
[sticky] yo, aight aight man!
[copper] get the fuck down on the ground man!
[sticky] aight man!
[copper] now keep your ass on the floor..

[sticky] yo who the fuck can i trust man?
[devil] you can trust me man
[sticky] everywhere i turn there's danger god!
[devil] ah-hahahaha
[sticky] yo i feel like the walls is closin in on me man!
[devil] ay, i am stress
[sticky] buggin man.. arrrrgh!
[devil] yeah, i got you where i want you
[sticky] word up man
[devil] hehehe
[sticky] ain't got nowhere to go son
[devil] no you don't

Yo

Chorus: onyx

These streets is tryin to kill me
My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto might murder me, or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, throw the key

Chorus

Verse one: x-1

Yo, yo
You know what happens in the actions of the inner city tale
When your thoughts fail and have you scared to death
Biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale
Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make sales
Even if it take the last of me i'ma fill my pockets to capacity
Anything that takes cash, fuck job huntin
Put on a face mask kid, i'm out to rob sum'in
If you home or not, i put the chrome to your knot
One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place
Gimme the funds up out of the safe
Hit the fire escape, high-divin gates
Flyin from jakes, i'm dyin for paint

Chorus

Verse two: sonsee

Yo, i'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web
Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head
So the tricolored silenced rugar stay off safe
To take off a face, just in case, a quiet lace
Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-and
Anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and rotten
So eyes open, don't sleep
Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat
Police, wanna brutalize me to death
And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath
Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans
And bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end
Cut open my chest, and see my heart
Pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, it's a price
Til then, when it's over, kamikaze
Strictly, i'm takin all you motherfuckers with me!

Chorus

Verse three: clay the raider, sticky fingaz

When i die, i don't want none of my niggaz to cry
Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie
Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky
No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase
We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin everything
We want the pussies to the diamond rings
You want the sun to shine? we want the rain to pour
Official nast' to put your body on the floor
*blam blam* *blam*

Oh shit i'm hit! i'm hit! they just shot me in the stomach!
Unnngggggghhhhh! *blam blam blam* *blam blam* who want it who want it?
Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise
That's when i blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*

[sticky changes to a narrator voice]
My whole life i ain't never give a shit
My mentality was *clip cocked into gun* get shot or gimme a gam
If the gun ain't jam, i woulda bust you
I don't trust my own mother, how the fuck i'ma trust you?
I did some things that i sorta regret
But i can't bring them niggaz back kid they already wet
As a kid i went to jail cause i sold crack
I'm holdin trial in the streets cause i ain't tryin to go back

[sticky switches back to panicked voice]
Oh shit! what happened?! wait, now i 'member!
And where my gun??! i musta dropped it when i jumped out that window
*broken glass* ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz i don't see em
I gotta make it to the b-m, and try to stop this bleeding
I ain't trying to die, i got mad blood spilt
("aiyyo there that nigga go! kill him!") oh shit! *blam*

[sticky narrates as a ghost]
I left behind a widow and a bastard kid
The streets was tryin to kill me, and it did

Verse four/modified chorus: fredro starr

These streets is tryin to kill me
That's why i keep a mac-mil this shit is real to me
This shit is deadly, this ghetto might murder me
Or lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, i'm low key
So niggaz don't notice me, a half a key is worth
More than a pound of weed, i die for my seed
Kill for my family, fuck this world
Cause this world don't understand me, i'm sick mentally
I'm drinkin hennessy, mixed with tennessee
Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the death of me
But til they bury me
When sixteen shots enter me
Remember me your worst enemy

Motherfuckers!

*chorus*
Judgment night, got gun got badge
Judgment night, huh!
Judgment night, in the echo of a gunblast
Judgment night!!!

Over here, and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees i'm coolin in your freezer
(he's a breezer) i hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack, and i make shit get wild
Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop ceasar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain, like a tweezer
The sinister thief, shaded to six feet deep
For the misdemeanor, offender, the backbender (uh)
Corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender (yeah)
Never perpetratin, so ain't no lurkin in the dark
I'm lurkin near the workin niggaz heart
Used to be a gambler, when i was a scrambler
Now i'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her
Who's this here, state my facts, and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining, studies
In the light right now while we wreak fuckin havoc!

*chorus*

Come inside with his highness, the illinest
Killin em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum
Look to the winter's ugliness, ruggedness
Under the rug, front to this, money strikes confidence
Chopped in the days and the blazin smell
Then the realm of a seance, i blackloose, guns!
Comin to the project, walls with aks
We're talkin days, word, that you sun
You really want some next shit, some blood on the exit?
Onyx!!! watch me wreck shit as they exit
But yo i keep em hollerin, screamin out for mercy
Minds of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality
So blast it as i hit your head you're dead not disbelievin
Got the toxic rock, to bring a nigga biohazard!

*chorus*

Yo!!! gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard!
(what the evil nastee access?) mad shit to burn the acids!
(so ashes to ashes) raps with the ghetto gats!
(and i'm, doin niggaz ruin em showin em my razzamatazz
Mainly a devil rebel, foul) niggaz know we fuckin wild!
(i'm wild!) i'm wild (he's wild) so we's wild!
(capture the rapture!) come blackness after!

[sticky fingaz]
I swear to fuckin god i raise hell and make the white man call me master
I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor
So fuck the radio and close your ears but read my lips i rips
And if you eat my words i'll leave your strung like umm (umm, ummmhh!!)
It was on the tip of my tongue!
But now it's stuck in between my throat
I can't breath so i lick it
Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin a black dick
And if it takes the death of me, to make history
The whole world will remember my misery
I know what i'm tryin to say my words get in the way
They render me speechless, ohh black jesus i'm cryin inside
Couldn't give a fuck if i live or die
Cause i'm just a slave who's brave (uh-huh)
But fuck pickin cotton, i'd rather see my grave, so i
Meditated, before i was created
And if you prefer sorrow, made me reincarnated
Now i'm back rulin mc's but pussy niggaz increase
Well then it's just another nigga that, gotta get greased
So if you wanna talk shit, in order to avoid a fight
Say what the fuck you wanna say, just spell my name right
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh..... mother-fucker!

*chorus to fade*