Several* different beats are used in this song Like
ice cube's "jacking for beats" (jigga

my n a-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 s titGot
robbed on the radio broad day public The
thugs loved it it's not a game Went
solo on that a butit 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 a 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 s tityou'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 s titcan'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 n s****want (what what, what, bring, it) Can't
touch All
y'all n skanksweet 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 n s****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 F
gay***'em down Empires
be tumblin' down The
end of the world is comin' around Throw
ya a 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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Jackin' For Beats '99 Lyrics

Onyx – Jackin' For Beats '99 Lyrics