Текст песни Sticky Fingaz - Jackin` For Beats `99
Sticky Fingaz - Jackin` For Beats `99 слова песни
* Several different beats are used in this song like Ice Cube`s "Jacking For Beats"(Jigga My Nigga-Jay-Z)StickyWhat`s my muthafuckin` nameFingaz And who I`m rollin` witAll my killasUh uh uh Labels better get it rightrappers better gimme that beat foolclik clik you been robbed nowYou didn`t know Sticky Fingaz on ya track nowSomebody said you number 1 in the streets that`s why I`m coming for you first jackin` your beatI took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shitGot robbed on the radio broad day publicThe thugs loved it It`s not a gameWent solo on that ass but it`s still the same(Holla Holla-Ja Rule)Beat ROBBA ROBBAJackin` rappers beats and make `em HOTTA HOTTAStealin` all ya spins plus ya DOLLAS DOLLASKillas if you feel me just FOLLA FOLLA (What, Come on)Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heatEven if it`s off your plate I gots to eatI`m on some bullshit for no apparent reasonI want it wit y`all I`m ready to die breathin`(Hate Me Now-Nas)It`s the rappers I robThe beats that I takeThe labels I snakeFor 30 grand help you perform at the wakeTouch ya life and everything I touch I takeHate me now cuz later gon be too lateI merk youEverything I spit is controversialI`m the illest killa they ever signed to UniversalF the FordhamI`m god sonAs soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla I`ma rob `em(How To Rob-50 Cent)My Sticky Fingaz turn fists across ya jawBeat ya ass in real life at the source awardsThe real Fifty from Brooklyn god bless he got outedYou just a fake clown who front and rout about it I got a new dealFor a few milShoot to killYou fruity like Dru HillYou spare change you ain`t even half a man cuzMatter of fact you ain`t even half the man ya moms was(Ha-Juvenile)Oh you thought you was safe, HaThough you could escape, HaCuz we label mates, HaOh you thought I wouldn`t get yo cake, HaYou thought that beat from the dirty south wasn`t gon get raped, Ha And birds wanna have Sticky baby, HaDogs run around stayin` Sticky crazy, HaHe ain`t got no type of sense, HaNo tellin` what I doMight even jack my own crew(Throw Ya Gunz-Onyx)The original take `em out bring `em out deadComin` at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya headSticky Fingaz going for self call the copsDon`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 doorColt 4-4 I`m puttin` chalk on your floorFind you up the block from ya house dead in the storeWork the beat like pigeons and I`m bucking `em allPress ya luck and you`ll fallNeva seen nothing this rawI`m what the world been waitin` forWait no more This wack shit can`t take no moreShould`ve been banned the streets should`ve made it a law(What Ya Want-Eve)I`m ready for warWhat Ya niggas want (What, What, What, Bring it)Can`t touchAll y`all niggas sweet even rob Swizz BeatsNowadays producers gettin` 50 g`sjack they beat kid I did my track for freejerk you for ya pub I ain`t payin` a feeI just loop it up on the MPC(The Party Is Goin` On Over Here-Busta Rhymes)Long as you live neva seen nothing this whileTook ya beat and flipped it right in my styleJust payin` back niggas be bitin` my styleAnd if it`s dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowdGod`s gift to the underground Running `em downFucking `em downEmpires be tumblin` downThe end of the world is comin` aroundThrow ya ass in the groundNothing to loseChanging the rulesPlayin` for keepsI`ma shark in the waters it ain`t safe in the streetsSticky Fingaz and I`m jackin` for beats