(featuring Columbo The Shining Star)
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To my niggas in the 2-1-2 and 3-1-0
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bitches in the 3-0-5 and 4-0-4
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niggas in the 7-1-3 and 2-0-1, 3-1-2, call 9-1-1
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[Chorus]
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It's Sticky Fingaz licken off in hip-hop {*repeat 3X*}
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Every rhyme I kick is a gunshot
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[Verse One]
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My heart bleeds for you, so don't waste your tears
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I'm about 175 in dog years
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My blocks so hot step outside and get sunburned
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Unless you talking business or money I'm unconcerned
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I live for now because my days is numbered
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I got a six shot revolver watch the barrel on my gun turn
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I'm like an accident just waiting to happen
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A nigga fuck, my killas in the cut waitin' to clap 'em
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It's pitiful this game is too politcal critical
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but let's not talk about the big I's and the little you's
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Niggas wouldn't be confused if they mind their p's and q's
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Keep your nose out of mine and I won't have to squeeze the two's
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And cock the glock, what's that sound?
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Everybody know Sticky be puttin down
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So watch out watch out, niggas better clear a path
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Think I'm scared to blast cause I'm doing flicks on Miramax
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and New Line fuck security, my bodyguard is my two nines
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Knew I'd make it big in due time
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My only lie when my lips move
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Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol; who wanna get shot?
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Until I smell 'em for myself I don't believe shit stink
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robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink
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And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do
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Labels be like "Don't call us, we'll call you!"
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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[Verse Two]
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Back in the day Sticky was stickin' niggas
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and strippin niggas and still getting figures
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and pistol whippin niggas and flippin niggas
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I ran with life bidders and ice pickers
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Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin white bitches
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But that's just a deep thought in the back of my mind
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I'm Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grime
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I got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder grip
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concealed inside my leather camoflauge so I can ride notice it?
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Don't tell nobody, but between me and you I put three in you
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Add you and ya crew to the M-E-N-U
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I got bloopers of ya death and I draw it myself
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Want the job done right you gotta do it yourself
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My code defending my conscience, my mind afflicted with monsters
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Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents
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You a glutton for punishment, I'm the nigga runnin shit
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YO BREATH STANK THAT CAUSE YOU BE TALKING A TON OF SHIT!
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You can't take me out forget about it
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Killers in front of ya house forget about it
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Y'all niggas don't want no war forget about it
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I'll bring it to your front door and you won't do shit about it
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You need work come see me son I'm taking applications
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You can't beat me join me save yourself the aggravation
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You dead if you harm a single hair on my head
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My payback is going to cost you a arm and a leg
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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[Outro]
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Ooo.....
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You can run but you can hide
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when I come it's do or die
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point your guns to the sky
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put em up real high
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Licken Off In Hip-Hop
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| Sticky Fingaz |
