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