Several different beats are used in this song
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like Ice Cube's "Jacking For Beats"
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(Jigga My Nigga-Jay-Z)
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Sticky
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What's my muthafuckin' name
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Fingaz
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And who I'm rollin' wit
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All my killas
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Uh uh uh Labels better get it right
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rappers better gimme that beat fool
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clik clik you been robbed now
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You didn't know Sticky Fingaz on ya track now
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Somebody said you number 1 in the streets
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that's why I'm coming for you first jackin' your beat
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I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit
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Got robbed on the radio broad day public
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The thugs loved it It's not a game
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Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
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(Holla Holla-Ja Rule)
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Beat ROBBA ROBBA
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Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em HOTTA HOTTA
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Stealin' all ya spins plus ya DOLLAS DOLLAS
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Killas if you feel me just FOLLA FOLLA (What, Come on)
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Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat
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Even if it's off your plate I gots to eat
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I'm on some bullshit for no apparent reason
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I want it wit y'all I'm ready to die breathin'
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(Hate Me Now-Nas)
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It's the rappers I rob
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The beats that I take
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The labels I snake
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For 30 grand help you perform at the wake
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Touch ya life and everything I touch I take
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Hate me now cuz later gon be too late
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I merk you
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Everything I spit is controversial
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I'm the illest killa they ever signed to Universal
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F the Fordham
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I'm god son
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As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla I'ma rob 'em
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(How To Rob-50 Cent)
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My Sticky Fingaz turn fists across ya jaw
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Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards
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The real Fifty from Brooklyn god bless he got outed
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You just a fake clown who front and rout about it
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I got a new deal
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For a few mil
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Shoot to kill
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You fruity like Dru Hill
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You spare change you ain't even half a man cuz
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Matter of fact you ain't even half the man ya moms was
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(Ha-Juvenile)
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Oh you thought you was safe, Ha
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Though you could escape, Ha
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Cuz we label mates, Ha
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Oh you thought I wouldn't get yo cake, Ha
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You thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, Ha
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And birds wanna have Sticky baby, Ha
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Dogs run around stayin' Sticky crazy, Ha
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He ain't got no type of sense, Ha
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No tellin' what I do
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Might even jack my own crew
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(Throw Ya Gunz-Onyx)
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The original take 'em out bring 'em out dead
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Comin' at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head
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Sticky Fingaz going for self call the cops
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Don't even talk to me about the Onyx shit you'll get shot
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(Play Around-Lil' Cease)
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5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya door
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Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor
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Find you up the block from ya house dead in the store
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Work the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
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Press ya luck and you'll fall
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Neva seen nothing this raw
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I'm what the world been waitin' for
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Wait no more
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This wack shit can't take no more
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Should've been banned the streets should've made it a law
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(What Ya Want-Eve)
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I'm ready for war
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What Ya niggas want (What, What, What, Bring it)
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Can't touch
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All y'all niggas sweet even rob Swizz Beats
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Nowadays producers gettin' 50 g's
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jack they beat kid I did my track for free
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jerk you for ya pub I ain't payin' a fee
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I just loop it up on the mp3
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(The Party Is Goin' On Over Here-Busta Rhymes)
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Long as you live neva seen nothing this while
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Took ya beat and flipped it right in my style
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Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my style
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And if it's dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowd
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God's gift to the underground
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Running 'em down
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Fucking 'em down
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Empires be tumblin' down
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The end of the world is comin' around
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Throw ya ass in the ground
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Nothing to lose
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Changing the rules
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Playin' for keeps
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I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
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Sticky Fingaz and I'm jackin' for beats
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Jackin' For Beats '99
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Onyx |