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(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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(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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(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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(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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(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 |
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(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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(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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(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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(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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[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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(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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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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Now a days it's easier to get a gun than a education
That's why kids in trench coats shoot up they schools And parents out live they kids And sex, the thing that bring life also take it away When you say this is a wonderful world, ha-ha-ha-ha (Sticky Fingaz) I've seen trees of green, red roses too I seen 'em bloom for me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world I've seen skys of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day The dark sacred night And I think to myself What are wonderful world The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by Sayin' How do you do? I've seen friends shaking hands I hear babies cryin' They're really sayin' "I love you" I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll ever know And I think to myself What a wonderful world Yes, I think to myself Ohh, yeahhh What a wonderful world |