Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)

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RELEASE DATE:	2001-08-00
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	20
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 갱스타 랩 랩/힙합
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	308

INTRODUCTION

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TRACKS

Disc 1

(Do you feel the way I feel...)
Feel that shit nigga
Do you feel the way I feel?
Do you fuckin feel it?
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo

HOOK:
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on!
Throw gunz, come on!
Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on!
Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on!
Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on!
Throw gunz, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!

(Verse 1)
Oh you aint know?
Sticky Fingaz went solo
And got the whole hood in a choke hold
Radio locked like I was po-po
You rappers get no dough
I make you have oral sex with the fo-fo
I'm unstable, get cash under the table
I blaze you, not even God could save you
What?! I aint havin it, I'm ignorant and arrogant
Dogs couldn't sniff me out, cuz I aint have a scent
Your wifey's checkin me, said I had sex appeal
Been hittin niggas' girls, way before the record deal
Let me make it clear just so it's understood
That don't make you no thug cuz you from the hood
My nine's stainless, I speak in sign language
My mind changes, every time the wind blows
Gunshots got me jumpin out of second story windows
Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults

HOOK

(Verse 2)
Goddamn I'm hungry, and it's time to eat
I'm the worst thing since crack to hit the street
The man that could murder me, I'm dyin to meet
Rapper fuck your own seed and shoot a 5 wit me
I intake shit from no man, I set up my own fam
I never was a kid came out the pussy a grown man
I slept in a slum, I'm second to none
I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2 1! BLAU!
Half my niggas aint gon' never see sunlight
Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight
You better watch your back for them thug hoes
I believe in safe sex and go to bed with a snub nose
Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine
Knockin out big niggas twice my size
So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch
A bullet costs a quarter, but your life aint even worth that

HOOK

(Verse 3)
It's a whole new me, but the same old you
We had beef before well deja vu
Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew
Ever thought about death, that's what you bout to go through
I stay to myself, I'm anti-social
I ghost you, and wild out like I'm supposed to
My rollie got a body son, it costs a life
Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice
I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine
And son I got glock nines, tech nines, mack 10's 11's and 12's
22's, 25's, 32's, 38's, 44's, 45's, AK-47's
Don't be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead
Stomp you out and beat yo' ass to syllables...
You... stupid.... mother, be lucky I aint killin you all
I hung myself on my umbilical cord

HOOK

(Do you feel the way I feel...)
Feel that shit nigga
Do you feel the way I feel?
Do you fuckin feel it?
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo

HOOK:
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on!
Throw gunz, come on!
Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on!
Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on!
Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on!
Throw gunz, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!

(Verse 1)
Oh you aint know?
Sticky Fingaz went solo
And got the whole hood in a choke hold
Radio locked like I was po-po
You rappers get no dough
I make you have oral sex with the fo-fo
I'm unstable, get cash under the table
I blaze you, not even God could save you
What?! I aint havin it, I'm ignorant and arrogant
Dogs couldn't sniff me out, cuz I aint have a scent
Your wifey's checkin me, said I had sex appeal
Been hittin niggas' girls, way before the record deal
Let me make it clear just so it's understood
That don't make you no thug cuz you from the hood
My nine's stainless, I speak in sign language
My mind changes, every time the wind blows
Gunshots got me jumpin out of second story windows
Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults

HOOK

(Verse 2)
Goddamn I'm hungry, and it's time to eat
I'm the worst thing since crack to hit the street
The man that could murder me, I'm dyin to meet
Rapper fuck your own seed and shoot a 5 wit me
I intake shit from no man, I set up my own fam
I never was a kid came out the pussy a grown man
I slept in a slum, I'm second to none
I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2 1! BLAU!
Half my niggas aint gon' never see sunlight
Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight
You better watch your back for them thug hoes
I believe in safe sex and go to bed with a snub nose
Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine
Knockin out big niggas twice my size
So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch
A bullet costs a quarter, but your life aint even worth that

HOOK

(Verse 3)
It's a whole new me, but the same old you
We had beef before well deja vu
Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew
Ever thought about death, that's what you bout to go through
I stay to myself, I'm anti-social
I ghost you, and wild out like I'm supposed to
My rollie got a body son, it costs a life
Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice
I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine
And son I got glock nines, tech nines, mack 10's 11's and 12's
22's, 25's, 32's, 38's, 44's, 45's, AK-47's
Don't be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead
Stomp you out and beat yo' ass to syllables...
You... stupid.... mother, be lucky I aint killin you all
I hung myself on my umbilical cord

HOOK

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MY DOGZ IZ MY GUNZ

featuring Black Child

Sticky Fingaz

(featuring Blackchild)

(Chorus 1) (Sticky)
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns

Verse 1: (Sticky)

My dogs is my guns,
they attack any nigga that comes or any niggas that rings
if my glocks on safe that means my dogs on the leash
Twenty shells in the clip, each bullet's the teeth
keep my dogs starvin', they ain't ate in days
keep my guns loaded, they can't wait to spray
my glock is a Rot, my Four-Fifth is a Pit
my D.E. a bullmaster, who wanna get bit?
when my guns spark that means I let 'em loose in the park
now let's see if your bite is as big as your bark
my Nine against your Nine to the death, have a dogfight
foamin' at the mouthpiece, run the streets all night
my dogs turn to razors up North
they don't wear collars, scratched the serial off
no owner, no dogtag, my dogs is illegal
they bite a hole in you so big you can see through
my dogs will even bark at this whole click
this a K-9, it eats it's own shit
they tried to put him to sleep, kids scared to pet 'em
I just say "sick 'em" and it pulls of and gets 'em

(Bridge) (Sticky)
My fuckin' guns, my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
rob you doggystyle with the gun in your back!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!

(Chorus 2) (Blackchild)
My dogs is my guns, they'll chase you if you run
clear out the party, and bite somebody
they got niggas goin' to war for the cause
and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
a dog ain't a Man's best friend, it's a Mac Ten
and my Mac Ten is my best friend
it got niggas goin' to war for the cause
and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll

Verse 2: (Sticky)

I got two dogs, one named Nigga, one named Bitch
Bitch is the one with the pretty gold clip
Nigga's the one with the taped up grip
I'll make 'em empty simultaneous 'till you get hit
fuck fightin' in the streets, life is a struggle
put on a silencer, now they're wearin' a muzzle
I hate Puppies, little guns, I need power
you small time, a .22, you a Chiwauwa
teeth growin', bullets we never run out of
my dogs mate with new guns, I feed 'em gun powder
they ain't home trained, nor house broken
mouth open, droolin', that means the barrel is smokin'
I walk my dogs every night, prime-meridian
bust under water, they can swim, amphibian
turn 'em to a sawed-off, get their ears chopped off
my automatics a Pit with the locked jaw.

(Chorus 2 2x) (Blackchild)

(Chorus 1) (Sticky)

my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns

(Bridge 2) (Sticky)

My dogs is my guns, I walk wit' 'em, talk wit 'em
go to court wit 'em, always in Newyork wit' 'em
I never leave 'em, eat wit' em, sleep wit' 'em
sit 'em on the sink nigga, take a leak wit' 'em

(Bridge 1) (Sticky)

My dogs is my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
bust your dogs, it's your fuckin' guns!

(featuring Blackchild)

(Chorus 1) (Sticky)
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns 
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns

Verse 1: (Sticky)

My dogs is my guns, 
they attack any nigga that comes or any niggas that rings
if my glocks on safe that means my dogs on the leash
Twenty shells in the clip, each bullet's the teeth
keep my dogs starvin', they ain't ate in days
keep my guns loaded, they can't wait to spray
my glock is a Rot, my Four-Fifth is a Pit
my D.E. a bullmaster, who wanna get bit?
when my guns spark that means I let 'em loose in the park
now let's see if your bite is as big as your bark
my Nine against your Nine to the death, have a dogfight
foamin' at the mouthpiece, run the streets all night
my dogs turn to razors up North
they don't wear collars, scratched the serial off
no owner, no dogtag, my dogs is illegal
they bite a hole in you so big you can see through
my dogs will even bark at this whole click
this a K-9, it eats it's own shit
they tried to put him to sleep, kids scared to pet 'em
I just say "sick 'em" and it pulls of and gets 'em

(Bridge) (Sticky)
My fuckin' guns, my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
rob you doggystyle with the gun in your back!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!

(Chorus 2) (Blackchild)
My dogs is my guns, they'll chase you if you run
clear out the party, and bite somebody
they got niggas goin' to war for the cause
and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
a dog ain't a Man's best friend, it's a Mac Ten
and my Mac Ten is my best friend
it got niggas goin' to war for the cause
and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll

Verse 2: (Sticky)

I got two dogs, one named Nigga, one named Bitch
Bitch is the one with the pretty gold clip
Nigga's the one with the taped up grip
I'll make 'em empty simultaneous 'till you get hit
fuck fightin' in the streets, life is a struggle
put on a silencer, now they're wearin' a muzzle
I hate Puppies, little guns, I need power
you small time, a .22, you a Chiwauwa
teeth growin', bullets we never run out of
my dogs mate with new guns, I feed 'em gun powder
they ain't home trained, nor house broken
mouth open, droolin', that means the barrel is smokin'
I walk my dogs every night, prime-meridian
bust under water, they can swim, amphibian
turn 'em to a sawed-off, get their ears chopped off
my automatics a Pit with the locked jaw.

(Chorus 2 2x) (Blackchild)

(Chorus 1) (Sticky)

my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns 
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns

(Bridge 2) (Sticky)

My dogs is my guns, I walk wit' 'em, talk wit 'em
go to court wit 'em, always in Newyork wit' 'em
I never leave 'em, eat wit' em, sleep wit' 'em
sit 'em on the sink nigga, take a leak wit' 'em

(Bridge 1) (Sticky)

My dogs is my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
bust your dogs, it's your fuckin' guns!

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NOT DIE`N

Sticky Fingaz

KIRK JONES CONSCIENCE

Sticky Fingaz

MONEY TALKS

featuring RAEKWON

Sticky Fingaz

(featuring Raekwon The Chef)

(Sticky Fingaz)
Twas the night before twistmas
And all through the house
We had guns and money around
Layin' on the couch
Was dressed with black jewelry this time
Mmmmmm, c'mon

(Sticky Fingaz)
Everybody want me, I created thieves
Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe
I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury
I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean
I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
I've been through customs, borders
I've been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved, I've been buried alive
Say my name enough and any nigga testify
Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time
All by myself, I created black on black crime
I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt
Even my hand got big, from net to gross
I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy
People kill for me or die to defend me
But in the end am I really worth the sun
Rich people make me work for them
And poor people work for me
Who am I? Nigga I'm money
Who am I? Nigga I'm money

(Hook - Raekwon the Chef)
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)
I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin them hags for you

(Sticky Fingaz)
I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees
I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I'm always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)
Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream
I'm more powerful than God, or Razale
Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me
Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me
Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me
I enslaved populations, and controled masses
I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic
Even credit, I owe you
You work for me nigga, I own you
If you are smart, you make me work for you
All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you

(Hook - Raekwon the Chef)

(Sticky Fingaz)
If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?
Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show
Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'
I underseen things I wish I hadn't seen
I came between loved ones and families
A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me
Got secret ensciptions, examine me
Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me

(Hook - Raekwon the Chef) 2x

(featuring Raekwon The Chef)

(Sticky Fingaz)
Twas the night before twistmas
And all through the house
We had guns and money around
Layin' on the couch
Was dressed with black jewelry this time
Mmmmmm, c'mon

(Sticky Fingaz)
Everybody want me, I created thieves
Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe
I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury
I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean
I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
I've been through customs, borders
I've been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved, I've been buried alive
Say my name enough and any nigga testify
Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time
All by myself, I created black on black crime
I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt
Even my hand got big, from net to gross
I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy
People kill for me or die to defend me
But in the end am I really worth the sun
Rich people make me work for them
And poor people work for me
Who am I? Nigga I'm money
Who am I? Nigga I'm money

(Hook - Raekwon the Chef)
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)
I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin them hags for you

(Sticky Fingaz)
I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees
I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I'm always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)
Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream
I'm more powerful than God, or Razale
Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me
Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me
Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me
I enslaved populations, and controled masses
I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic
Even credit, I owe you
You work for me nigga, I own you
If you are smart, you make me work for you
All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you

(Hook - Raekwon the Chef)

(Sticky Fingaz)
If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?
Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show
Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'
I underseen things I wish I hadn't seen
I came between loved ones and families
A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me
Got secret ensciptions, examine me
Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me

(Hook - Raekwon the Chef) 2x

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WHY

featuring STILL LIVIN,X1

Sticky Fingaz

(featuring Still Livin & X1)

[story dialogue]
Aight nigga hold it down baby, one love
Aiyyo, yo Bruce - ohhh shit!
Aiyyo nigga
Yo I know this ain't that nigga Kirk
Yo Bruce - yo Bruce, that that nigga Kirk?
Look look, look at that nigga
Who that Dez? - This Dez, whassup nigga?

[Verse 1]
Oh shit, nigga, when they let yo' ass out?
What the fuck you been drinkin? Look like you bout to pass out
[SF] Nah, I'm aight G just had a little Olde E
You know me - tryin to keep it cool play it low-key
You heard Brucey got knocked and Clay, he shot Fozee
[SF] Yeah, I know G, damn that shit is fucked up right?
Yo Bruce, you could drop me off at 57th & 9th
Damn I would but I gotta pick up my seed and my wife
Plus you be on some other shit and I don't need dirt in my life
[SF] Come on nigga I got the gas money, plus I got this L
You gon' shit on me son? I just got outta jail
Yeah aight god but I ain't with the bullshit no more
[SF] What you talkin bout man?
Put that cigarette out
[SF] Oh what, you don't smoke no more?
Nah it's just a new car and don't slam my door
[SF] Aight but on the way I need to make a stop at the store
See, give a nigga a inch, he take a yard
But you my dog, so I'ma keep it real with you God, come on
[SF] Aight good looking nigga
You better buckle up nigga

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
We live our life like this, we live our life like this
We live our life like this, we live our life like this
We live our life like this - why?

[Verse 2]
[SF] Aiyyo, pull over right there nigga (where?)
Right beside that blue Lexus (where you goin?)
I just gotta go pick up some money; I'll be back in a few seconds
Yeah aight don't let a few seconds turn into some minutes
cause I'll bounce on you nigga, tires burnin wheels spinnin
[SF] Nigga you leave me? Your ass'll never hear the end of it
Yeah aight God whatever man just hurry up and cut the bullshit

("Inside the jewelry store")

"Aight you know what this is everybody on the motherfuckin floor.
Take that shit off!"
"Yo, I'm Tyrone Holmes. I ain't givin up nothin."
"What nigga? (*two gun shots*) Fuck that. Motherfucker. Stop cryin!"

("Outside at the same exact time")

Only two minutes double parked, here come cops
Saw 'em in the rear view, that's when I heard shots
I seen the store door open, it all happened in slow motion
My man running with his gun smoking (Oh shit!)
I'm ready to pull off and act like I don't know him
[SF] Nigga, yo go nigga go, go, God
You don't you see the cops? You buggin
[SF] What? How they gon' catch us? We in a S-500
Nah, you lunatic ass nigga I ain't goin down for you
[SF] Nigga we could get away
but if we get caught, they gon' hang you too
Damn

[Chorus] - 1.5X

[Verse 3]
Now we doin bout a hundred miles per hour down back blocks
About a million things on my mind, a nigga that hot
This clown next to me, actin like he hit the jackpot
[SF] Nigga what the fuck is your problem? I got the loot (What loot?)
You beefin with me ain't gon' get us out of hot pursuit
Yo, I heard shots, what was that?
[SF] Some fool wouldn't give me his jewels
See, you whylin God, I'm thinkin bout my wife and my kid
Nigga my life, I ain't tryin to do no bid
[SF] Nigga I think you actin scared, if you really wanna know
You drivin too slow - YO nigga keep your eyes on the road
You almost spun outta control on that last pothole
Slow your role Kirk Jones son you just don't know (I don't know what?)
Yo the way I feel right now, I never felt iller
How you gon' crab me like this and violate a nigga?
[SF] Violate you? Nigga you tryin to front on me?
Remember I'm the nigga in this bitch that got the heat
and before the cops catch me I'm holdin court in the street
You think I'm gon' let the cops get you, arrest you
(Now you thinkin) handcuff you? You crazy? I wanna kill you
(What?) You selfish motherfucker you ain't seein the light
Remember I was supposed to be pickin up my seed and my wife
(Shut up) Now I'm a wanted accomplice in a jewelry heist
[SF] Fuck, you want me to say I'm sorry I swear, look me in my eyes
But if you gon' act like a bitch nigga then let me drive

"Yo son what the fuck you doin God?"
"Yo fuck that."
"Get off the steerin wheel."
"Yo fuck that nigga, you act like a real pussy nigga."
"Yo, you whylin son, you gon' make me crash!"

[Chorus]

("The assalaints begin to fight in their own stupidity.
Instead of working together to get away, they do the exact opposite -
and wind up heading for a tragic situation.
Now I'll let you hear the rest.")

"Yo, yo relax. I got this, I got this God!"

{*argument continues, car crashes*}

[Sticky Fingaz]
Oh shit! Yo, yo - yo Bruce!
Oh shit.. {*trying to help*}
Come on man, come on man, you be aight man
Yo yo, it's not that bad man, it's not that bad man
Trust me - yo would I lie to you man?
Trust me man (I don't think I'ma make it God)
Oh shit.. it's gon' be alright man
(Tell my wife I love her)
Yo Bruce man, don't don't fuckin die on me man

{*song bleeds into the next track "Oh My God"*}

(featuring Still Livin & X1)

[story dialogue]
Aight nigga hold it down baby, one love
Aiyyo, yo Bruce - ohhh shit!
Aiyyo nigga
Yo I know this ain't that nigga Kirk
Yo Bruce - yo Bruce, that that nigga Kirk?
Look look, look at that nigga
Who that Dez? - This Dez, whassup nigga?

[Verse 1]
Oh shit, nigga, when they let yo' ass out?
What the fuck you been drinkin? Look like you bout to pass out
[SF] Nah, I'm aight G just had a little Olde E
You know me - tryin to keep it cool play it low-key
You heard Brucey got knocked and Clay, he shot Fozee
[SF] Yeah, I know G, damn that shit is fucked up right?
Yo Bruce, you could drop me off at 57th & 9th
Damn I would but I gotta pick up my seed and my wife
Plus you be on some other shit and I don't need dirt in my life
[SF] Come on nigga I got the gas money, plus I got this L
You gon' shit on me son? I just got outta jail
Yeah aight god but I ain't with the bullshit no more
[SF] What you talkin bout man?
Put that cigarette out
[SF] Oh what, you don't smoke no more?
Nah it's just a new car and don't slam my door
[SF] Aight but on the way I need to make a stop at the store
See, give a nigga a inch, he take a yard
But you my dog, so I'ma keep it real with you God, come on
[SF] Aight good looking nigga
You better buckle up nigga

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
We live our life like this, we live our life like this
We live our life like this, we live our life like this
We live our life like this - why?

[Verse 2]
[SF] Aiyyo, pull over right there nigga (where?)
Right beside that blue Lexus (where you goin?)
I just gotta go pick up some money; I'll be back in a few seconds
Yeah aight don't let a few seconds turn into some minutes
cause I'll bounce on you nigga, tires burnin wheels spinnin
[SF] Nigga you leave me? Your ass'll never hear the end of it
Yeah aight God whatever man just hurry up and cut the bullshit

("Inside the jewelry store")

"Aight you know what this is everybody on the motherfuckin floor.
Take that shit off!"
"Yo, I'm Tyrone Holmes. I ain't givin up nothin."
"What nigga? (*two gun shots*) Fuck that. Motherfucker. Stop cryin!"

("Outside at the same exact time")

Only two minutes double parked, here come cops
Saw 'em in the rear view, that's when I heard shots
I seen the store door open, it all happened in slow motion
My man running with his gun smoking (Oh shit!)
I'm ready to pull off and act like I don't know him
[SF] Nigga, yo go nigga go, go, God
You don't you see the cops? You buggin
[SF] What? How they gon' catch us? We in a S-500
Nah, you lunatic ass nigga I ain't goin down for you
[SF] Nigga we could get away
but if we get caught, they gon' hang you too
Damn

[Chorus] - 1.5X

[Verse 3]
Now we doin bout a hundred miles per hour down back blocks
About a million things on my mind, a nigga that hot
This clown next to me, actin like he hit the jackpot
[SF] Nigga what the fuck is your problem? I got the loot (What loot?)
You beefin with me ain't gon' get us out of hot pursuit
Yo, I heard shots, what was that?
[SF] Some fool wouldn't give me his jewels
See, you whylin God, I'm thinkin bout my wife and my kid
Nigga my life, I ain't tryin to do no bid
[SF] Nigga I think you actin scared, if you really wanna know
You drivin too slow - YO nigga keep your eyes on the road
You almost spun outta control on that last pothole
Slow your role Kirk Jones son you just don't know (I don't know what?)
Yo the way I feel right now, I never felt iller
How you gon' crab me like this and violate a nigga?
[SF] Violate you? Nigga you tryin to front on me?
Remember I'm the nigga in this bitch that got the heat
and before the cops catch me I'm holdin court in the street
You think I'm gon' let the cops get you, arrest you
(Now you thinkin) handcuff you? You crazy? I wanna kill you
(What?) You selfish motherfucker you ain't seein the light
Remember I was supposed to be pickin up my seed and my wife
(Shut up) Now I'm a wanted accomplice in a jewelry heist
[SF] Fuck, you want me to say I'm sorry I swear, look me in my eyes
But if you gon' act like a bitch nigga then let me drive

"Yo son what the fuck you doin God?"
"Yo fuck that."
"Get off the steerin wheel."
"Yo fuck that nigga, you act like a real pussy nigga."
"Yo, you whylin son, you gon' make me crash!"

[Chorus]

("The assalaints begin to fight in their own stupidity.
Instead of working together to get away, they do the exact opposite - 
and wind up heading for a tragic situation.
Now I'll let you hear the rest.")

"Yo, yo relax. I got this, I got this God!"

{*argument continues, car crashes*}

[Sticky Fingaz]
Oh shit! Yo, yo - yo Bruce!
Oh shit.. {*trying to help*}
Come on man, come on man, you be aight man
Yo yo, it's not that bad man, it's not that bad man
Trust me - yo would I lie to you man?
Trust me man (I don't think I'ma make it God)
Oh shit.. it's gon' be alright man
(Tell my wife I love her)
Yo Bruce man, don't don't fuckin die on me man

{*song bleeds into the next track "Oh My God"*}

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OH MY GOD

Sticky Fingaz

(Sticky Talking)
C'mon man - oh my fucking God man..
Oh shit, what the fuck did I do?
It's all my fucking fault man, it's all my fucking fault
Fuck man, fuck am I doing man, why man
Why God, why did you have to take her? Fuck..

(Sticky)
Why? Why? Why God why?
Everything I love always seems to die
Answer me, speak to me, I don't hear you
Answer me, motherfucker I ain't scared of you
Is there even a God? Do you even exist?
What I gotta do to speak to you slit my wrists?
I'm talking to a God that I can't see
Can you see me? Can you see me?

(God)
Are you confused my son, and scared?
Let me make things more clear, so you're more aware

(Sticky)
Fuck who was that all this shit is freaking me

(God)
It is I God did you not say you wanted to speak with me?

(Sticky)
Bullshit I am talking to myself, I'm going insane

(God)
You are talking to yourself we are one of the same

(Sticky)
It can't be it must be the drugs I'm high
And if you are then why are we born if we live to die?
Is there life after death? What were we before birth?
Why is this whole earth plagued and cursed?
Is killing a sin is there life in other planets?
Is adultery wrong did you write the ten commandments?

(God)
Excuse me my son, one question at a time
We were never born, and we will never die
In the essence, there Is no such thing as death
How could I write commandments and not have them kept?
The soul is eternal you just change form
Then you come back with a new face on
You can not limit love unless you lack understanding
To answer you yes there is life in other planets
The futures a mystery the past is history
Today is a gift that's why it is called the present
Life is so simple unless you make it confusing
The wise ones stand us and the clever we are using

(Sticky)
Wait - God, there is so much I want to ask you
God, God? Where are you? God I need to talk to you

(Chorus)
If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say?
If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say?
If you could talk to God

(Sticky)
Tell me, are there psychics that can speak telepathically?

(God)
Yes but if you use more than one tenth of the minds capacity

(Sticky)
I can't think I feel life going down the drain
In the streets everywhere I am surround in pain

(God)
Don't think, your thoughts are just that- thoughts
Your feelings will really erase what you been taught
Feelings are the language of the soul the soul is truth
I speak through you to aware the youth

(Sticky)
But why let the suffering go on why not just stop it?

(God)
In order for anything to exist, so much is opposite
How can there be left if there was never right?
How can something know death if it never knew life?
How can you lose, if nobody won?
How can it be dark if there was never a sun?
That which is not grandeur, the soil still blessed
Form must exist for part of themself to manifest

(Sticky)
But I never asked to be born, I hate my life
And if you are God dammit then show me the light
And tell me- what's the meaning of life?

(God)
The process of all life
is an ongoing, never-ending process of recreation of self

(Sticky)
Is God a he or she is there one true religion?

(God)
I'm the Alpha, the Omega, the beginning and ending
We are all one and everything is living

(Chorus)
If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say?
If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say?
If you could talk to God

(Sticky)
Why? Why? Why God why?
Everything I love always seems to die
Answer me, speak to me, I don't hear you
Answer me, motherfucker I ain't scared of you
Is there even a God? Do you even exist?
What I gotta do to speak to you slit my wrists?
I'm talking to a God that I can't see
Can you see me? Can you see me?

(God)
Are you confused my son, and scared?
Let me make things more clear, so you're more aware

(Sticky)
Fuck who was that all this shit is freaking me

(God)
It is I God did you not say you wanted to speak with me?

(Sticky)
Bullshit I am talking to myself, I'm going insane

(God)
You are talking to yourself we are one of the same

(Sticky)
It can't be it must be the drugs I'm high
And if you are then why are we born if we live to die?
Is there life after death? What were we before birth?
Why is this whole earth plagued and cursed?
Is killing a sin is there life in other planets?
Is adultery wrong did you write the ten commandments?

(God)
Excuse me my son, one question at a time
We were never born, and we will never die
In the essence, there Is no such thing as death
How could I write commandments and not have them kept?
The soul is eternal you just change form
Then you come back with a new face on
You can not limit love unless you lack understanding
To answer you yes there is life in other planets
The futures a mystery the past is history
Today is a gift that's why it is called the present
Life is so simple unless you make it confusing
The wise ones stand us and the clever we are using

(Sticky)
Wait - God, there is so much I want to ask you
God, God? Where are you? God I need to talk to you

(Chorus)
If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say?
If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say?
If you could talk to God

(Sticky)
Tell me, are there psychics that can speak telepathically?

(God)
Yes but if you use more than one tenth of the minds capacity

(Sticky)
I can't think I feel life going down the drain
In the streets everywhere I am surround in pain

(God)
Don't think, your thoughts are just that- thoughts
Your feelings will really erase what you been taught
Feelings are the language of the soul the soul is truth
I speak through you to aware the youth

(Sticky)
But why let the suffering go on why not just stop it?

(God)
In order for anything to exist, so much is opposite
How can there be left if there was never right?
How can something know death if it never knew life?
How can you lose, if nobody won?
How can it be dark if there was never a sun?
That which is not grandeur, the soil still blessed
Form must exist for part of themself to manifest

(Sticky)
But I never asked to be born, I hate my life
And if you are God dammit then show me the light
And tell me- what's the meaning of life?

(God)
The process of all life
is an ongoing, never-ending process of recreation of self

(Sticky)
Is God a he or she is there one true religion?

(God)
I'm the Alpha, the Omega, the beginning and ending
We are all one and everything is living

(Chorus)
If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say?
If you could talk to God, exactly what would you say?
If you could talk to God

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STATE VS. KIRK JONES

featuring CANIBUS,GUESS WHO,LORD SUPERB,RAH DIGGA,Redman,SCARRED 4 LIFE

Sticky Fingaz

(feat. Canibus, Guess Who, Rah Digga, Redman)

[Rah Digga]
Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence
Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin
Prosecution set it with your opening statement

[Canibus]
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'wanna
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal killed my baby's father!]
[Rah Digga]
Order in the court!
[Canibus]
I'm sorry for the outburst your honor
I have an original copy of the police report
January the 4th the day that Kirk Jones got caught
The forensic report states there was a gun in the car
And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm
Baliff, could you please pass this report to Judge Battle
Mr. Fitzpatrick there's a few questions I'd like to ask you
You said you was outside the store in Manhattan
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened

[Superb]
Yeah he killed Tyrone
I saw everything, the argument, how son drawed, hose and everything
The worst shit I saw in my life
I wanna testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie

[Canibus]
Did you see that man in court today?
Do you think that you could point him out?
[Superb]
Yes that's him right there
[Canibus]
Are you sure?
[Superb]
Yeah without a doubt
Same nigga that took my Pumas but I aint hold no grudge
Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood
[Canibus]
You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before
In your opinion is he the type that would rob a jewelry store?
[Redman]
Your honor, objection!
His opinion should be stricken from the record!
[Rah Digga]
Objection sustained, prosecution next question

[Canibus]
I'd like to call my next eyewitness Mr. Paul Dejour
Paul could tell us what happened inside the store?

[Scarred 4 Life]
Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class
Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass
And quicker that you could say, nigga kiss my ass
He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask
I saw somebody run up in the store and order us on the floor
Yo I swore I was a goner for sure
He tried to snatch Tyrone's bracelet
It just appraised to the twenty grand and Tyrone wouldn't let him take it
[Canibus]
Is that the moment when he shot him?
[Scarred 4 Life]
Yeah man that's when he popped him
I was so scared I laid there, played possum
He started to blast this way, til the gat was empty
He took the gun handle and broke the glass display
He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store
And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor
I can't remember no more, that's all that...

[Canibus]
Okay, okay calm down
I have no further questions your honor

[Rah Digga]
Court is now in session, now gettin back to business
Pat Haley for defense please call your first witness

[Redman]
Yeah aight your honor, I call up Henry Lace
He's the witness that I'm cross examinin for the case

[Guess Who]
Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it
It happened so fast, I didn't see alot of it
But I know for a fact he stuck a gun to his esophagus

[Redman]
Wait, wait, wait objection your honor, his statement's preposterous
There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages
Remember Mr. Henry Lace you under oath [yeah I know]
You lyin in the stand to get him fryin in the pan
Now where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone
You and holmes had beef before Kirk got home
Was you mad because he came home bangin your chick [what you talkin 'bout?]
Got your boys out the hood now they slangin and shit
I know you mad that's why you in court, turnin on him
Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
Come on you don't believe he murdered Tyrone
I believe you wasn't there you just heard it by phone

[Guess Who]
Man you crazy man I was right there... [Redman- Yeah right... I read your rapsheet...
Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk...
[Sticky Fingaz]
No he wasn't! He's lyin! Fuck you you liar!
Man fuck that he's lyin he wasn't even there man!
[He killed Tyrone man! Fuck that!] No I didn't!
Man he's lyin man! He's lyin

[Rah Digga]
Order in the court now I'm warning you defense
Tell your client take it down, matter fact 'proach the bench
Counsel in my chambers so that we can situate
Let the jury be excused so they can go deliberate...

[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo man, Mr. Haley what kind of defense is this man!
What you doin man?! She gon' fuckin hang me man!
No! Sh-she's got it in for me I'm tellin you man!
You promised you'd get me off man!

[Rah Digga]
In the case of the State vs. Kirk Jones you heard it
Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict
GUILTY all counts from theft to murder one
[Sticky Fingaz- Huh? Wha-wha-what?! GUILTY?!]
By the time you gettin out you gon' have a grandson

[Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you Pat Haley!!
[Rah Digga- What?! Get him out of my courtroom!!]
Fuck the judge, fuck everybody!!
[Rah Digga- Baliff, baliff remove him from my courtroom...]
Fuck this shit!! I hope you all burn in hell!!!
You're gonna die bitch!! Fuck you!!!
[Rah Digga]
You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this!
You will be held for contempt of court, and anything else I can find that....

(feat. Canibus, Guess Who, Rah Digga, Redman)

[Rah Digga]
Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing 
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence 
Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin 
Prosecution set it with your opening statement

[Canibus]
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family of the dearly departed 
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'wanna 
And the baby's mamma Sandra 
[He's a murderer! That animal killed my baby's father!]
[Rah Digga]
Order in the court!
[Canibus]
I'm sorry for the outburst your honor 
I have an original copy of the police report 
January the 4th the day that Kirk Jones got caught
The forensic report states there was a gun in the car 
And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm 
Baliff, could you please pass this report to Judge Battle 
Mr. Fitzpatrick there's a few questions I'd like to ask you 
You said you was outside the store in Manhattan 
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened

[Superb]
Yeah he killed Tyrone 
I saw everything, the argument, how son drawed, hose and everything 
The worst shit I saw in my life 
I wanna testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie

[Canibus]
Did you see that man in court today?
Do you think that you could point him out?
[Superb]
Yes that's him right there 
[Canibus]
Are you sure?
[Superb]
Yeah without a doubt 
Same nigga that took my Pumas but I aint hold no grudge 
Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood 
[Canibus]
You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before 
In your opinion is he the type that would rob a jewelry store?
[Redman]
Your honor, objection!
His opinion should be stricken from the record!
[Rah Digga]
Objection sustained, prosecution next question

[Canibus]
I'd like to call my next eyewitness Mr. Paul Dejour 
Paul could tell us what happened inside the store?

[Scarred 4 Life]
Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class 
Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass 
And quicker that you could say, nigga kiss my ass 
He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask 
I saw somebody run up in the store and order us on the floor 
Yo I swore I was a goner for sure 
He tried to snatch Tyrone's bracelet 
It just appraised to the twenty grand and Tyrone wouldn't let him take it 
[Canibus]
Is that the moment when he shot him?
[Scarred 4 Life]
Yeah man that's when he popped him 
I was so scared I laid there, played possum 
He started to blast this way, til the gat was empty 
He took the gun handle and broke the glass display 
He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store
And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor 
I can't remember no more, that's all that...

[Canibus]
Okay, okay calm down 
I have no further questions your honor

[Rah Digga]
Court is now in session, now gettin back to business 
Pat Haley for defense please call your first witness

[Redman]
Yeah aight your honor, I call up Henry Lace
He's the witness that I'm cross examinin for the case

[Guess Who]
Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor 
It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it 
It happened so fast, I didn't see alot of it 
But I know for a fact he stuck a gun to his esophagus

[Redman]
Wait, wait, wait objection your honor, his statement's preposterous 
There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages 
Remember Mr. Henry Lace you under oath [yeah I know]
You lyin in the stand to get him fryin in the pan 
Now where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone 
You and holmes had beef before Kirk got home 
Was you mad because he came home bangin your chick [what you talkin 'bout?]
Got your boys out the hood now they slangin and shit 
I know you mad that's why you in court, turnin on him 
Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him 
Come on you don't believe he murdered Tyrone 
I believe you wasn't there you just heard it by phone

[Guess Who]
Man you crazy man I was right there... [Redman- Yeah right... I read your rapsheet...
Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk... 
[Sticky Fingaz]
No he wasn't! He's lyin! Fuck you you liar!
Man fuck that he's lyin he wasn't even there man!
[He killed Tyrone man! Fuck that!] No I didn't! 
Man he's lyin man! He's lyin

[Rah Digga]
Order in the court now I'm warning you defense 
Tell your client take it down, matter fact 'proach the bench 
Counsel in my chambers so that we can situate 
Let the jury be excused so they can go deliberate...

[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo man, Mr. Haley what kind of defense is this man!
What you doin man?! She gon' fuckin hang me man!
No! Sh-she's got it in for me I'm tellin you man!
You promised you'd get me off man!

[Rah Digga]
In the case of the State vs. Kirk Jones you heard it 
Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict 
GUILTY all counts from theft to murder one 
[Sticky Fingaz- Huh? Wha-wha-what?! GUILTY?!] 
By the time you gettin out you gon' have a grandson

[Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you Pat Haley!!
[Rah Digga- What?! Get him out of my courtroom!!]
Fuck the judge, fuck everybody!! 
[Rah Digga- Baliff, baliff remove him from my courtroom...]
Fuck this shit!! I hope you all burn in hell!!!
You're gonna die bitch!! Fuck you!!!
[Rah Digga]
You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this!
You will be held for contempt of court, and anything else I can find that....

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10.

KIRK JONES CONSCIENCE II

Sticky Fingaz

11.

BABY BROTHER

featuring DAVE HOLLISTER

Sticky Fingaz

(featuring Dave Hollister)

[Sticky talking]
Let me call this nigga
Come on man; pick up the damn phone

[Brother]
Hello

[Sticky]
I got your pictures, damn we look just alike
A younger version of me, half my age same height
I played "beat you up", made you tough, thought you to fight
Put you on, showed you things, put up your first bite
Now you on the streets making the same mistakes I did
That got me nowhere, so I'm trapped upstate in this bid
Caged like an animal ain't no way to live
Got a baby on the way, who gone father my kid
Where you going now I can clearly see
You either going in an bag or in jail with me
Remember when we was younger and you promised me
You be the first in our fam with al college degree
I know you see the cars, the girls, the clothes, the jewels
And think it's all about the money, heard you dropped out of school
I ain't trying preach but if I don't, who gonna
Couldn't live with myself if you died on the corner
You're my baby brother

[Chorus: Dave Hollister]
You are my baby brother
And you know I love you nigga
I'm just trying to keep you out there
You don't want to end up in here

[Brother]
I hear what you saying big brother, but listen to me
I ain't trying to be the nigga working Mickey D
When I can hustle on the block and come home with a gee
Yeah you right I want jewels and push a luxury V
But what's wrong with that, I wanna love comfortably
Just like the next man driving round the hood in my Lex Land
I ain't got nobody taking care of me
And as far as a school, well it just ain't for me

[Sticky & Brother]
So what you wanna do huh
What you gone sell drugs all your life
(I might)
See you ain't even right
Maybe when you sober up to see the light
(Hold up, this is my life, I live it anyway that I like)
Yo look I'm just trying to help
You know all you want to do is get blunted
(I need money, my wifey got a seed in her stomach)
If you can't see the cycle then you must be blind
And your child getting a father that was just like mine
You're my baby brother

Chorus

[Sticky & Brother]
So is you like that. I mean what's the deal?
Don't you too worry about trying to keep it real?
(Man whatever, this is how you feel then this how you feel)
Yo what's this I hear, you had a gun concealed
(Yeah, I keep my nine (See this what I?)
(Hold up, let me speak my mind
Look at you, you can't even talk you doing mad time)
Yeah look at me, this is how you wanna be
Locked up, the cops tell you where you can pee
(I got to go man)
Ooh you don't even want to hear me out?
(Yeah, but you talking mad shit I don't even care about)
All I saying is that you got to be more responsible
(Aight man, whatever I'm a talk to you)

[Sticky]
Yo, yo.... Damn
He gone end up just like me

Chorus

(featuring Dave Hollister)

[Sticky talking]
Let me call this nigga
Come on man; pick up the damn phone

[Brother]
Hello

[Sticky]
I got your pictures, damn we look just alike
A younger version of me, half my age same height
I played "beat you up", made you tough, thought you to fight
Put you on, showed you things, put up your first bite
Now you on the streets making the same mistakes I did
That got me nowhere, so I'm trapped upstate in this bid
Caged like an animal ain't no way to live
Got a baby on the way, who gone father my kid
Where you going now I can clearly see
You either going in an bag or in jail with me
Remember when we was younger and you promised me
You be the first in our fam with al college degree
I know you see the cars, the girls, the clothes, the jewels
And think it's all about the money, heard you dropped out of school
I ain't trying preach but if I don't, who gonna
Couldn't live with myself if you died on the corner
You're my baby brother

[Chorus: Dave Hollister]
You are my baby brother 
And you know I love you nigga
I'm just trying to keep you out there
You don't want to end up in here

[Brother]
I hear what you saying big brother, but listen to me
I ain't trying to be the nigga working Mickey D
When I can hustle on the block and come home with a gee
Yeah you right I want jewels and push a luxury V
But what's wrong with that, I wanna love comfortably
Just like the next man driving round the hood in my Lex Land
I ain't got nobody taking care of me 
And as far as a school, well it just ain't for me

[Sticky & Brother]
So what you wanna do huh
What you gone sell drugs all your life
(I might)
See you ain't even right
Maybe when you sober up to see the light
(Hold up, this is my life, I live it anyway that I like)
Yo look I'm just trying to help
You know all you want to do is get blunted
(I need money, my wifey got a seed in her stomach)
If you can't see the cycle then you must be blind
And your child getting a father that was just like mine
You're my baby brother

Chorus

[Sticky & Brother]
So is you like that. I mean what's the deal?
Don't you too worry about trying to keep it real?
(Man whatever, this is how you feel then this how you feel)
Yo what's this I hear, you had a gun concealed
(Yeah, I keep my nine (See this what I?)
(Hold up, let me speak my mind
Look at you, you can't even talk you doing mad time)
Yeah look at me, this is how you wanna be
Locked up, the cops tell you where you can pee
(I got to go man)
Ooh you don't even want to hear me out?
(Yeah, but you talking mad shit I don't even care about)
All I saying is that you got to be more responsible
(Aight man, whatever I'm a talk to you)

[Sticky]
Yo, yo.... Damn
He gone end up just like me

Chorus

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12.

13.

featuring X1

(featuring X1)

[Sticky and X1]
Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want?
Watchu want? Watchu want? Everything I could get
Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? ....I want it all
Watchu want? Yo Yo ....I want everything.... I want everything
Yo Yo
Sticky Fingaz ...X1 Wha! ..Official Nas
Yo Yo Yo

[Chorus: Sticky and X1]
I want the coke spots cartell the drug blocks
I want mad guns four 5's and magnums
I want my own club mad dough wit no love
I want a dumb chick carry work or bust trips
I want my own hood projects to boulevards
I wanna wild out smoke blunts and blow hard
I want more clothes ill crib and wardrobes
I want your ice, your wife, or your life

[X1]
Yo Yo....The bottom line is
I want everything the credit cards to the wedding ring
Outta state strips would have to be basic
98 percent shit they could fiend brain shit face it
X1 no doubt Im way sick
I need weed spots at least 2 on each block
You got 1s I got big heads in my knot
How bout a drop top cranberry six wit deep dish
Whore house wit nothin but cheap chicks
Now peep this I wanna be rich
Its no secret, but I was always known as a thief
I want in on every crack sold in da street
Holdin' da heat on top till Im old wit no teeth
Blast 3 through your artery its hard killin me
I love artillery particularly ap 1's is my specialty
Especially I want ya'll to know
Fuck ya'll niggas if you aint feelin' me

[Chorus: Sticky and X1]
I want drop tops, chop shops, and pay cops
I wanna lay low wit police on pay roll
I want the ill scam 5 g's off 10 grams
I want hydro 5 pounds in garbage cans
I want a bad bitch fat ass with no flaws
I want 2 of dem' twins witout no draws
I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome
I want a crack house so fiends could black out

[Sticky Fingaz]
I want a hundred mil tax free in big unmarked bills
If I dont get it, tampons for the blood Im'a spill
I just want pull da trigger for the love of the thrill
I just want battle niggas for they publishin' deals
Im greedy, selfish, I hate this shit
Want a different burner everyday to match my fear, What
Meet Janet and Jennifer to have a threesome
Fall out gettin brain don't wake up till 3 sumthin
Want beef? nigga we could go squeeze nines
Till you dead or wavin white flags and peace signs
Want all my niggas free that got strikes three times
And so much ice on my watch I could freeze time
You violate, you get clapped in da head
Want Big and Machiavelli to come back from the dead
Want that cL500 coupe, chromed out platinum, (backround: whatchu mean?)
What am i sayin', I got one

[Chorus: Sticky and X1]
I want more tecks, your presidential rolex
I want 9 lives, you gotta kill me 9 times
I want air play, from New York To L.A.
I wanna murder shit, get caught and get away with it
I want the good weed, light green with no seeds
I wanna e-class, rob banks wit ski masks
I want the basics, ice chains and bracelets,
I want your necklace, the keys to your lexus
I wanna hotel, strictly for dope sales
I want Bo guard, max out your gold card
I wanna hit stars, spend money in strip bars
I wanna crime spree, bucket off sky free
I want lump sums, cds and trust funds
I want your wack rappers to stop biten my clik
I want your props, I want your whole crew not,
I want you punk niggas, just to get off my dick

What! What!
Watchu want? What! What! What!
Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want?Watchu want?
I want it all... Watchu want?
I want everything...
Watchu want?..
I want the whole fuckin world know wat I'm sayin?.....

(featuring X1)

[Sticky and X1]
Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want?
Watchu want? Watchu want? Everything I could get
Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? ....I want it all
Watchu want? Yo Yo ....I want everything.... I want everything
Yo Yo
Sticky Fingaz ...X1 Wha! ..Official Nas
Yo Yo Yo

[Chorus: Sticky and X1]
I want the coke spots cartell the drug blocks
I want mad guns four 5's and magnums
I want my own club mad dough wit no love
I want a dumb chick carry work or bust trips
I want my own hood projects to boulevards
I wanna wild out smoke blunts and blow hard
I want more clothes ill crib and wardrobes
I want your ice, your wife, or your life

[X1]
Yo Yo....The bottom line is
I want everything the credit cards to the wedding ring
Outta state strips would have to be basic
98 percent shit they could fiend brain shit face it
X1 no doubt Im way sick
I need weed spots at least 2 on each block
You got 1s I got big heads in my knot
How bout a drop top cranberry six wit deep dish
Whore house wit nothin but cheap chicks
Now peep this I wanna be rich
Its no secret, but I was always known as a thief
I want in on every crack sold in da street
Holdin' da heat on top till Im old wit no teeth
Blast 3 through your artery its hard killin me
I love artillery particularly ap 1's is my specialty
Especially I want ya'll to know
Fuck ya'll niggas if you aint feelin' me

[Chorus: Sticky and X1]
I want drop tops, chop shops, and pay cops
I wanna lay low wit police on pay roll
I want the ill scam 5 g's off 10 grams
I want hydro 5 pounds in garbage cans
I want a bad bitch fat ass with no flaws
I want 2 of dem' twins witout no draws
I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome
I want a crack house so fiends could black out

[Sticky Fingaz]
I want a hundred mil tax free in big unmarked bills
If I dont get it, tampons for the blood Im'a spill
I just want pull da trigger for the love of the thrill
I just want battle niggas for they publishin' deals
Im greedy, selfish, I hate this shit
Want a different burner everyday to match my fear, What
Meet Janet and Jennifer to have a threesome
Fall out gettin brain don't wake up till 3 sumthin
Want beef? nigga we could go squeeze nines
Till you dead or wavin white flags and peace signs
Want all my niggas free that got strikes three times
And so much ice on my watch I could freeze time
You violate, you get clapped in da head
Want Big and Machiavelli to come back from the dead
Want that cL500 coupe, chromed out platinum, (backround: whatchu mean?)
What am i sayin', I got one

[Chorus: Sticky and X1]
I want more tecks, your presidential rolex
I want 9 lives, you gotta kill me 9 times
I want air play, from New York To L.A.
I wanna murder shit, get caught and get away with it
I want the good weed, light green with no seeds
I wanna e-class, rob banks wit ski masks
I want the basics, ice chains and bracelets, 
I want your necklace, the keys to your lexus
I wanna hotel, strictly for dope sales
I want Bo guard, max out your gold card
I wanna hit stars, spend money in strip bars
I wanna crime spree, bucket off sky free
I want lump sums, cds and trust funds
I want your wack rappers to stop biten my clik
I want your props, I want your whole crew not, 
I want you punk niggas, just to get off my dick

What! What!
Watchu want? What! What! What!
Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want?Watchu want?
I want it all... Watchu want?
I want everything...
Watchu want?..
I want the whole fuckin world know wat I'm sayin?.....

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14.

GHETTO

featuring Petey Pablo

Sticky Fingaz

(featuring Petey Pablo)

[Sticky Fingaz - talking]
If your head is as big as Shamello's
If your bank is the check cashin place
If you put on panty-hose instead of shavin your legs
If you use grease that you used over and over again
If you only go to church on Easter and holidays
Then you ghetto, believe that

[Chorus - Petey Pablo]
Can you be rich and be ghetto? (Yep)
And just cause you poor do that mean that you ghetto? (Nope)
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

[Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)]
Bein' ghetto, it's just the things we do sometimes
Like hangin' your clothes on the oven to dry
But you late, you gotta go and they ain't ready yet
(You put 'em on anyway, and rock 'em halfway wet)
First, you wear then return everything you buy
Always lookin for a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you use a wrench for a channel changer
No antenna, you gotta use a metal hanger
Drink from the container and put it back in the fridge
(Knowin' damn well the shit was wrong you did)
Put salt on your food, before you even taste it
Get a doggy bag, ghetto niggaz ain't wastin' shit
You know you ghetto, no, you know you grimy
(When you iron dirty pants 'til them shits get shiny)

[Chorus 2x]

[Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)]
The ghetto's not a place, it don't matter what colour you are
You can be white as chalk or as black as tar
And it really don't matter how much money you have
(You can live on Fifth Ave. and be ghetto fab)
You know you ghetto when your soap is the size of Chiclet
Run into the kitchen wet for dishwasher liquid
The water cold 'cause they shut off all your power
(You know you ghetto if you pee in the shower)
No toilet paper, somebody used the last you had
No problem, just get a Daily News or a paper bag
Ball it up and crumble it, make it soft in your ass
(But when you flush, the toilet always gets stopped up)
And if you got the money, the landlord never get it
We never pay the rent, yo we almost got evicted
If this shit is funny or offendin' you
(Chances are, it's because you're ghetto too)

[chorus 2x]

Can you be rich and be ghetto (3x)
And if you gotta ask then you'll probably never know
Ghetto
East Coast is the ghetto
West Coast is the ghetto
South Side is the ghetto
Everywhere is the ghetto
The ghetto
The ghetto
The ghetto
I'll probably die, in the ghetto..

(featuring Petey Pablo)

[Sticky Fingaz - talking]
If your head is as big as Shamello's
If your bank is the check cashin place
If you put on panty-hose instead of shavin your legs
If you use grease that you used over and over again
If you only go to church on Easter and holidays
Then you ghetto, believe that

[Chorus - Petey Pablo]
Can you be rich and be ghetto? (Yep)
And just cause you poor do that mean that you ghetto? (Nope)
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

[Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)]
Bein' ghetto, it's just the things we do sometimes
Like hangin' your clothes on the oven to dry
But you late, you gotta go and they ain't ready yet
(You put 'em on anyway, and rock 'em halfway wet)
First, you wear then return everything you buy
Always lookin for a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you use a wrench for a channel changer
No antenna, you gotta use a metal hanger
Drink from the container and put it back in the fridge
(Knowin' damn well the shit was wrong you did)
Put salt on your food, before you even taste it
Get a doggy bag, ghetto niggaz ain't wastin' shit
You know you ghetto, no, you know you grimy
(When you iron dirty pants 'til them shits get shiny)

[Chorus 2x]

[Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)]
The ghetto's not a place, it don't matter what colour you are
You can be white as chalk or as black as tar
And it really don't matter how much money you have
(You can live on Fifth Ave. and be ghetto fab)
You know you ghetto when your soap is the size of Chiclet
Run into the kitchen wet for dishwasher liquid
The water cold 'cause they shut off all your power
(You know you ghetto if you pee in the shower)
No toilet paper, somebody used the last you had
No problem, just get a Daily News or a paper bag
Ball it up and crumble it, make it soft in your ass
(But when you flush, the toilet always gets stopped up)
And if you got the money, the landlord never get it
We never pay the rent, yo we almost got evicted
If this shit is funny or offendin' you
(Chances are, it's because you're ghetto too)

[chorus 2x]

Can you be rich and be ghetto (3x) 
And if you gotta ask then you'll probably never know 
Ghetto 
East Coast is the ghetto 
West Coast is the ghetto 
South Side is the ghetto 
Everywhere is the ghetto
The ghetto 
The ghetto 
The ghetto 
I'll probably die, in the ghetto..

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15.

WHAT IF I WAS WHITE

featuring Eminem

Sticky Fingaz

[Eminem]
Yo I got an idea
Let me go grab Sticky right quick

**sounds of steps**

Hey yo Stick, Stick

[Sticky]
Yo Slim Shady
Yo I just had like a nightmah..
Wait it wasn't like a nightmare
It was like a good dreah..
Well it wasn't a good.. (What was it?)
Hey yo I just had a crazy dream man (What?)
Yo, yo I dreamed I was white! (Ohhh)

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if he was white?
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

Verse One: Sticky Fingaz

Yo, yo
What if I was white skin the same color as Eminem's?
Blond hair, blue eyes
The whole shibang
I know one thing
Police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothing, constantly jockin me
(Can I get your autograph?)
Yellow cabs in the cities that stop for me
I wouldn't need caladeral to buy property
If I was white
Wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor
SECURITY wouldn't follow me around the store
Like I'd steal something (Maybe he might of stole something)
Because I'm black I rob
And automatically assume I ain't got no job
On my own land I feel like an immigrant
If I was white
I wouldn't thought O.J. was innocent (He did it)

Chorus: Eminem

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (Yo think about that)
What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white (for a minute)
What if he was white?
What if he was (What if he was white?)
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if you were white? (what if he was white?)
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white,(STICKyyyy what if you were white?) white, white,
white, white, white?

Verse Two: Sticky Fingaz

If I was white
It would be a different world for me
If I was white (ummmmmmmm?)
What shade would I be?
Would I be Redneck or Skinhead, prepi or high class?
YOU PROBABLY LIVE IN A TRAILERPARK AND BE WHITE TRASH!
In any case that be L-Slim right? (Yep)
But there's a good and bad out of being white
You can't say the N word without starting a fight
(What's UP MY BROTHER?)

True dance it'll be, I had two left feet
Even if I was white
Plaque still have a ghetto shit(How you doing?)
Is it a minfo
Or do I really have a little dick (Nah, it's true!)
If I was white
I would probably listen to hardcore rock
and covered my ears when ever I heard Hip Hop (Ahhhhhhhhhhhh)

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (What if he was white?)
What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white(ummmmmmmm?)
What if he was white? (What if you were white?)
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz

Yo,yo,yo, if I was white
I probably wouldn't even think the same
I watched Tennis and golf and bet on Hockey games (Red Wings Man)
Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday
If I was white
I couldn't live around my way
In it probably wouldn't never even been an Onyx shit
I be serice sippin vadka and tonixs
Smokin on them all on a marboral
instead of a nueport
I live in Long Island
Instead of New York
If I was white
I probably couldn't dunk
'cause everybody knows white man can't jump (Nope!)
And probably wouldn't be able to go to the trees spots
'cause all the niggas trend think I was a cop

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?(Yo you can't say that)
What if he was white
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

What if you were white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if he was white?
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?
If he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
(What would you do if you were white?)
What - If - He - Was - White?
(What if you were white?)
white, white, white, white, white, white,
(What if you were white!!!!)
white, white, white, white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
white, white, white, white, white?
What if he was white
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

[Eminem]
Yo, what if I was White? uhh..

[Eminem]
Yo I got an idea
Let me go grab Sticky right quick

**sounds of steps**

Hey yo Stick, Stick

[Sticky]
Yo Slim Shady
Yo I just had like a nightmah..
Wait it wasn't like a nightmare
It was like a good dreah.. 
Well it wasn't a good.. (What was it?)
Hey yo I just had a crazy dream man (What?)
Yo, yo I dreamed I was white! (Ohhh)

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if he was white?
What if he was 
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

Verse One: Sticky Fingaz

Yo, yo
What if I was white skin the same color as Eminem's?
Blond hair, blue eyes 
The whole shibang
I know one thing
Police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothing, constantly jockin me 
(Can I get your autograph?)
Yellow cabs in the cities that stop for me
I wouldn't need caladeral to buy property
If I was white
Wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor
SECURITY wouldn't follow me around the store
Like I'd steal something (Maybe he might of stole something)
Because I'm black I rob
And automatically assume I ain't got no job
On my own land I feel like an immigrant
If I was white
I wouldn't thought O.J. was innocent (He did it)

Chorus: Eminem

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (Yo think about that)
What if he was white, white,  white, white, he was white (for a minute)
What if he was white?
What if he was (What if he was white?)
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if you were white? (what if he was white?)
What if he was 
white, white, white, white, white,(STICKyyyy what if you were white?) white, white,
white, white, white?

Verse Two: Sticky Fingaz

If I was white 
It would be a different world for me
If I was white (ummmmmmmm?)
What shade would I be?
Would I be Redneck or Skinhead, prepi or high class?
YOU PROBABLY LIVE IN A TRAILERPARK AND BE WHITE TRASH!
In any case that be L-Slim right? (Yep)
But there's a good and bad out of being white
You can't say the N word without starting a fight 
(What's UP MY BROTHER?)

True dance it'll be, I had two left feet
Even if I was white
Plaque still have a ghetto shit(How you doing?)
Is it a minfo
Or do I really have a little dick (Nah, it's true!)
If I was white 
I would probably listen to hardcore rock
and covered my ears when ever I heard Hip Hop (Ahhhhhhhhhhhh)

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (What if he was white?)
What if he was white, white,  white, white, he was white 
What if he was white?
What if he was 
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

What if he was white?
What if he was white? 
What if he was white, white,  white, white, he was white(ummmmmmmm?)
What if he was white? (What if you were white?)
What if he was 
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz

Yo,yo,yo, if I was white
I probably wouldn't even think the same
I watched Tennis and golf and bet on Hockey games (Red Wings Man)
Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday
If I was white
I couldn't live around my way
In it probably wouldn't never even been an Onyx shit
I be serice sippin vadka and tonixs
Smokin on them all on a marboral
instead of a nueport
I live in Long Island 
Instead of New York
If I was white
I probably couldn't dunk 
'cause everybody knows white man can't jump (Nope!)
And probably wouldn't be able to go to the trees spots
'cause all the niggas trend think I was a cop

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? 
What - If - He - Was - White?(Yo you can't say that)
What if he was white
What if he was 
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

What if you were white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if he was white? 
What if he was 
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?
If he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
(What would you do if you were white?)
What - If - He - Was - White?
(What if you were white?)
white, white, white, white, white, white,  
(What if you were white!!!!)
white, white, white, white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
white, white, white, white, white?
What if he was white
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

[Eminem]
Yo, what if I was White? uhh..

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16.

SISTER I`M SORRY

featuring CHOCLATT

Sticky Fingaz

17.

GET IT UP

featuring FIRESTARR FORMERLY KNOWN AS FREDRO STAR

Sticky Fingaz

(featuring Firestarr)

Is y'all ready to go up in here?
Aiight, pull the black mask down
We bout to rush the door
(Ah shit, hide your jewelry)
I told y'all we was coming
Yo everybody watch out
Word up

[Chorus]
Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player pick it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast stick em up, huh
Ladies grab your shirts and lift em up, huh
Lemme see your ass baby back it up, huh
My soldiers on the front line actin up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh

Yo Sticky Fingaz, word up
I told y'all niggaz
Yo come on

Hennesied up, play the cut lighting it up
Rag on my head, eyes lookin half way dead
Brought my thugs to the club, straight off the street
I'm iceburg to my feet about a third of the week
Relax baby don't spazz cuz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit when your friend touched my dick
I see Brooklyn schemin, we all in the spot
But that's hip hop, we rap niggaz from off the block
Is it me or is it gettin hot in here
I think somebody bout to get shot in here
The nine mill guarenteed to clear the spot in here
And we ain't get searched kid, we got glocks in here
Someone bring me to the hoe suckin cocks in here
I think they trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest shit Universal got this year
And all my niggaz rockin rocks in here, come on

[Chorus]

Black Trash
Ayo kick that old real shit
That Queens shit

Firemarshall said it's too packed, nigga fuck the law
And the guest list, niggaz bout to rush the door
Got cats online in ties and suits
We come through VIP button flies and boots
Everybody gettin comped, I ain't paying no admission
Stick Fingaz, I can't even pay attention
Love the freaks that tweek and be liftin it up
Love the freaks that ceep and be giving it up
I got twelve inches, I'm well hung
Nine on my dick and three on my toungue
My manager, the bitch name is Helen Wate
Need a free show? Nigga go to Hell and wait
And if God only helped those who help themselves
When I see something, I want em, I help myself
So unless me and you come to an understanding
You gonna be under, and I'ma be standing

[Chorus]

Word up
We takin all y'all money
We takin all y'all bitches
What y'all thought it was

I'm so hot to death
I'll probably get shot to death
Fuck who the cops arrest
My killers is rough, shoot up the club like Puff
Niggaz'll duck, chains tucked, Timbs get scuffed
I pull a four-four from out of the seat
Up out it and beat
Picture me not riding with heat
Jump out of the Jeep
Clear a nigga out of the street
Nobody can creep
Thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your reach
Ain't nothing but killers boasting next to me
I'm prejuduce, I hate every color except for green
In the club, that's were my niggaz jwewlry shop
When the hammer cock, we don't care who we box
So why you come to the club, what you livin it up
Why you fuckin with that chicken, was she givin it up
Why you even cop jewels, what you can't get stuck
Why you never say when, you ain't had enough

[Chorus]

Let's go
Get it up

(featuring Firestarr)

Is y'all ready to go up in here?
Aiight, pull the black mask down
We bout to rush the door
(Ah shit, hide your jewelry)
I told y'all we was coming
Yo everybody watch out
Word up

[Chorus]
Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player pick it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast stick em up, huh
Ladies grab your shirts and lift em up, huh
Lemme see your ass baby back it up, huh
My soldiers on the front line actin up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh

Yo Sticky Fingaz, word up
I told y'all niggaz
Yo come on

Hennesied up, play the cut lighting it up
Rag on my head, eyes lookin half way dead
Brought my thugs to the club, straight off the street
I'm iceburg to my feet about a third of the week
Relax baby don't spazz cuz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit when your friend touched my dick
I see Brooklyn schemin, we all in the spot
But that's hip hop, we rap niggaz from off the block
Is it me or is it gettin hot in here
I think somebody bout to get shot in here
The nine mill guarenteed to clear the spot in here
And we ain't get searched kid, we got glocks in here
Someone bring me to the hoe suckin cocks in here
I think they trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest shit Universal got this year
And all my niggaz rockin rocks in here, come on

[Chorus]

Black Trash
Ayo kick that old real shit
That Queens shit

Firemarshall said it's too packed, nigga fuck the law
And the guest list, niggaz bout to rush the door
Got cats online in ties and suits
We come through VIP button flies and boots
Everybody gettin comped, I ain't paying no admission
Stick Fingaz, I can't even pay attention
Love the freaks that tweek and be liftin it up
Love the freaks that ceep and be giving it up
I got twelve inches, I'm well hung
Nine on my dick and three on my toungue
My manager, the bitch name is Helen Wate
Need a free show? Nigga go to Hell and wait
And if God only helped those who help themselves
When I see something, I want em, I help myself
So unless me and you come to an understanding
You gonna be under, and I'ma be standing

[Chorus]

Word up
We takin all y'all money
We takin all y'all bitches
What y'all thought it was

I'm so hot to death
I'll probably get shot to death
Fuck who the cops arrest
My killers is rough, shoot up the club like Puff
Niggaz'll duck, chains tucked, Timbs get scuffed
I pull a four-four from out of the seat
Up out it and beat
Picture me not riding with heat
Jump out of the Jeep
Clear a nigga out of the street
Nobody can creep
Thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your reach
Ain't nothing but killers boasting next to me
I'm prejuduce, I hate every color except for green
In the club, that's were my niggaz jwewlry shop
When the hammer cock, we don't care who we box
So why you come to the club, what you livin it up
Why you fuckin with that chicken, was she givin it up
Why you even cop jewels, what you can't get stuck
Why you never say when, you ain't had enough

[Chorus]

Let's go
Get it up

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18.

KIRK JONES CONSCIENCE III

Sticky Fingaz

19.

LICKEN OFF IN HIP-HOP

featuring COLUMBO THE SHINING STAR

Sticky Fingaz

To my niggas in the 2-1-2 and 3-1-0
bitches in the 3-0-5 and 4-0-4
niggas in the 7-1-3 and 2-0-1, 3-1-2, call 9-1-1
[Chorus]
It's Sticky Fingaz licken off in hip-hop {*repeat 3X*}

Every rhyme I kick is a gunshot

[Verse One]
My heart bleed for you, so don't waste your tears
I'm about 175 in dog years
My blocks so hot step outside and get sunburned
Unless you talking business or money I'm un-con-cerned
I live for now 'cause my days is numbered
Got a six shot revolver watch the barrel on my gun turn
I'm like a accident just waitin' to happen
It's pitiful this game is too political critical
A nigga front, my killa's in the cut waitin' to clap 'em
but let's not talk about the big I's and the little U's
Niggas wouldn't be confused if they mind their p's and q's
Keep your nose out of mine and I won't have to squeeze the two's
Everybody know Sticky be puttin down
And cock the glock, what's that sound?
So watch out watch out, niggas better clear a path
Think I'm scared to blast cause I'm doing flicks on Miramax
and New Line f**k security, my bodyguard is my two nines
Knew I'd make it big in due time
My only lie when my lips move
Until I smell 'em for myself I don't believe shit stink
Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol; who wanna get shot?
And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do
robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink
Labels be like "Don't call us, we'll call you!"

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Verse Two]

and strippin niggas and still gettin' figures
Back in the day Sticky was stickin' niggas
and pistol whippin niggas and flippin niggas
Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin white bitches
I ran with life bidders and ice pickers
I'm Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grime
But that's just a deep thought in the back of my mind
I got a bone to pick a holster with a shoulder grip
concealed inside my leather camouflage so watch ya eye don't notice it
Don't tell nobody, but 'tween me and you I'll put three in you
You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself
I got blueprints of ya death and I drew it myself
Add you and ya crew to the M-E-N-U
My code defending my conscience, my mind inflictedwith monsters
Yo breath stank that's 'cause you be talkin' A TON OF SHIT!
Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents
You a glutton for punishment, I'm the nigga runnin shit
Killers in front of ya house forget aboooout it
You can't take me out forget aboooout it
I'll bring it to your front door and you won't do shit aboooout it
Y'all niggas don't want no war forget aboooout it
You dead if you harm a single hair on my head
You need work come see me son I'm taking applications
Can't beat me join me save yourself the aggravation
My payback is going to cost you a arm and a leg

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Outro]
Ooo.....

You can run but you can hide
when I come it's do or die
point your guns to the sky
put em up real high

To my niggas in the 2-1-2 and 3-1-0
bitches in the 3-0-5 and 4-0-4
niggas in the 7-1-3 and 2-0-1, 3-1-2, call 9-1-1
[Chorus]
It's Sticky Fingaz licken off in hip-hop {*repeat 3X*}

Every rhyme I kick is a gunshot

[Verse One]
My heart bleed for you, so don't waste your tears
I'm about 175 in dog years
My blocks so hot step outside and get sunburned
Unless you talking business or money I'm un-con-cerned
I live for now 'cause my days is numbered
Got a six shot revolver watch the barrel on my gun turn
I'm like a accident just waitin' to happen
It's pitiful this game is too political critical
A nigga front, my killa's in the cut waitin' to clap 'em
but let's not talk about the big I's and the little U's
Niggas wouldn't be confused if they mind their p's and q's
Keep your nose out of mine and I won't have to squeeze the two's
Everybody know Sticky be puttin down
And cock the glock, what's that sound?
So watch out watch out, niggas better clear a path
Think I'm scared to blast cause I'm doing flicks on Miramax
and New Line f**k security, my bodyguard is my two nines
Knew I'd make it big in due time
My only lie when my lips move
Until I smell 'em for myself I don't believe shit stink
Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol; who wanna get shot?
And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do
robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink
Labels be like "Don't call us, we'll call you!"

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Verse Two]

and strippin niggas and still gettin' figures
Back in the day Sticky was stickin' niggas
and pistol whippin niggas and flippin niggas
Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin white bitches
I ran with life bidders and ice pickers
I'm Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grime
But that's just a deep thought in the back of my mind
I got a bone to pick a holster with a shoulder grip
concealed inside my leather camouflage so watch ya eye don't notice it
Don't tell nobody, but 'tween me and you I'll put three in you
You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself
I got blueprints of ya death and I drew it myself
Add you and ya crew to the M-E-N-U
My code defending my conscience, my mind inflictedwith monsters
Yo breath stank that's 'cause you be talkin' A TON OF SHIT!
Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents
You a glutton for punishment, I'm the nigga runnin shit
Killers in front of ya house forget aboooout it
You can't take me out forget aboooout it
I'll bring it to your front door and you won't do shit aboooout it
Y'all niggas don't want no war forget aboooout it
You dead if you harm a single hair on my head
You need work come see me son I'm taking applications
Can't beat me join me save yourself the aggravation
My payback is going to cost you a arm and a leg

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Outro]
Ooo.....

You can run but you can hide
when I come it's do or die
point your guns to the sky
put em up real high

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20.

WONDERFUL WORLD

Sticky Fingaz