* several different beats are used in this song   Like ice cube's "jacking for beats"      (jigga my nigga-jay-z)   Sticky   What's my muthafuckin' name   Fingaz   And who I'm rollin' wit   All my killas   Uh uh uh labels better get it right   Rappers better gimme that beat fool   Clik clik you been robbed now   You didn't know sticky fingaz on ya track now   Somebody said you number 1 in the streets   That's why I'm coming for you first jackin' your beat   I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit   Got robbed on the radio broad day public   The thugs loved it it's not a game   Went solo on that ass but it's still the same      (holla holla-ja rule)   Beat robba robba   Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em hotta hotta   Stealin' all ya spins plus ya dollas dollas   Killas if you feel me just folla folla (what, come on)   Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat   Even if it's off your plate I gots to eat   I'm on some bullshit for no apparent reason   I want it wit y'all I'm ready to die breathin'      (hate me now-nas)   It's the rappers I rob   The beats that I take   The labels I snake   For 30 grand help you perform at the wake   Touch ya life and everything I touch I take   Hate me now 'cause later gon be too late   I merk you   Everything I spit is controversial   I'm the illest killa they ever signed to universal   F the fordham   I'm God son   As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla i'ma rob 'em      (how to rob-50 cent)   My sticky fingaz turn fists across ya jaw   Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards   The real fifty from brooklyn God bless he got outed   You just a fake clown who front and rout about it   I got a new deal   For a few mil   Shoot to kill   You fruity like dru hill   You spare change you ain't even half a man 'cause   Matter of fact you ain't even half the man ya moms was      (ha-juvenile)   Oh you thought you was safe, ha   Though you could escape, ha   'cause we label mates, ha   Oh you thought I wouldn't get yo cake, ha   You thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha   And birds wanna have sticky baby, ha   Dogs run around stayin' sticky crazy, ha   He ain't got no type of sense, ha   No tellin' what I do   Might even jack my own crew      (throw ya gunz-onyx)   The original take 'em out bring 'em out dead   Comin' at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head   Sticky fingaz going for self call the cops   Don't even talk to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot      (play around-lil' cease)   5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya door   Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor   Find you up the block from ya house dead in the store   Work the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all   Press ya luck and you'll fall   Neva seen nothing this raw   I'm what the world been waitin' for   Wait no more   This wack shit can't take no more   Should've been banned the streets should've made it a law      (what ya want-eve)   I'm ready for war   What ya niggas want (what, what, what, bring it)   Can't touch   All y'all niggas sweet even rob swizz beats   Nowadays producers gettin' 50 g's   Jack they beat kid I did my track for free   Jerk you for ya pub I ain't payin' a fee   I just loop it up on the mpc      (the party is goin' on over here-busta rhymes)   Long as you live neva seen nothing this while   Took ya beat and flipped it right in my style   Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my style   And if it's dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowd   God's gift to the underground   Running 'em down   Fucking 'em down   Empires be tumblin' down   The end of the world is comin' around   Throw ya ass in the ground   Nothing to lose   Changing the rules   Playin' for keeps   I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the streets   Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for beats