* Several different beats are used in this song
like Ice Cube's "Jacking For Beats"
(Jigga My Nigga Jay Z)
Sticky
What's my muthafuckin' name
Fingaz
And who I'm 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 didn't know Sticky Fingaz on ya track now
Somebody said you number 1 in the streets
that's why I'm 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 It's not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's 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 it's off your plate I gots to eat
I'm on some bullshit for no apparent reason
I want it wit y'all I'm ready to die breathin'
(Hate Me Now-Nas)
It's 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
I'm the illest killa they ever signed to Universal
F the Fordham
I'm god son
As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla I'ma 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
