* 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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