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