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фотография Onyx

Название :

Jackin for Beats 99

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Жанры :    hip-hop   rap   hardcore rap   gangsta rap   hip hop

Видео: Onyx -  Jackin for Beats 99  





* several different beats are used in this song

Like ice cubes "jacking for beats"



(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

Sticky

Whats my muthafuckin name

Fingaz

And who Im 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 didnt know sticky fingaz on ya track now

Somebody said you number 1 in the streets

Thats why Im coming for you first jackin your beat

I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit

Got robbed on the radio broad day public

The thugs loved it its not a game

Went solo on that ass but its 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 its off your plate I gots to eat

Im on some bullshit for no apparent reason

I want it wit yall Im ready to die breathin



(hate me now-nas)

Its 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 cuz later gon be too late

I merk you

Everything I spit is controversial

Im the illest killa they ever signed to universal

F the fordham

Im God son

As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla ima rob em



(how to rob-50 cent)

My sticky fingaz turn fists across ya jaw

Beat ya ass 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 aint even half a man cuz

Matter of fact you aint even half the man ya moms was



(ha-juvenile)

Oh you thought you was safe, ha

Though you could escape, ha

Cuz we label mates, ha

Oh you thought I wouldnt get yo cake, ha

You thought that beat from the dirty south wasnt gon get raped, ha

And birds wanna have sticky baby, ha

Dogs run around stayin sticky crazy, ha

He aint 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

Dont even talk to me about the onyx shit youll get shot



(play around-lil cease)

5 oclock in the morning killas at ya door

Colt 4-4 Im puttin chalk on your floor

Find you up the block from ya house dead in the store

Work the beat like pigeons and Im bucking em all

Press ya luck and youll fall

Neva seen nothing this raw

Im what the world been waitin for

Wait no more

This wack shit cant take no more

Shouldve been banned the streets shouldve made it a law



(what ya want-eve)

Im ready for war

What ya niggas want (what, what, what, bring it)

Cant touch

All yall niggas sweet even rob swizz beats

Nowadays producers gettin 50 gs

Jack they beat kid I did my track for free

Jerk you for ya pub I aint 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 niggas be bitin my style

And if its dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowd

Gods gift to the underground

Running em down

Fucking em down

Empires be tumblin down

The end of the world is comin around

Throw ya ass in the ground

Nothing to lose

Changing the rules

Playin for keeps

Ima shark in the waters it aint safe in the streets

Sticky fingaz and Im jackin for beats
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