Jackin` For Beats `99

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