ONYX - Jackin' For Beats '99 lyrics
rate me* several different beats are used in this song<br>Like ice cube's jacking for beats<br><br>(jigga my nigga-jay-z)<br>Sticky<br>What's my muthafuckin' name<br>Fingaz<br>And who I'm rollin' wit<br>All my killas<br>Uh uh uh labels better get it right<br>Rappers better gimme that beat fool<br>Clik clik you been robbed now<br>You didn't know sticky fingaz on ya track now<br>Somebody said you number 1 in the streets<br>That's why I'm coming for you first jackin' your beat<br>I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit<br>Got robbed on the radio broad day public<br>The thugs loved it it's not a game<br>Went solo on that ass but it's still the same<br><br>(holla holla-ja rule)<br>Beat robba robba<br>Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em hotta hotta<br>Stealin' all ya spins plus ya dollas dollas<br>Killas if you feel me just folla folla (what, come on)<br>Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat<br>Even if it's off your plate I gots to eat<br>I'm on some bullshit for no apparent reason<br>I want it wit y'all I'm ready to die breathin'<br><br>(hate me now-nas)<br>It's the rappers I rob<br>The beats that I take<br>The labels I snake<br>For 30 grand help you perform at the wake<br>Touch ya life and everything I touch I take<br>Hate me now cuz later gon be too late<br>I merk you<br>Everything I spit is controversial<br>I'm the illest killa they ever signed to universal<br>F the fordham<br>I'm God son<br>As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla i'ma rob 'em<br><br>(how to rob-50 cent)<br>My sticky fingaz turn fists across ya jaw<br>Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards<br>The real fifty from brooklyn God bless he got outed<br>You just a fake clown who front and rout about it<br>I got a new deal<br>For a few mil<br>Shoot to kill<br>You fruity like dru hill<br>You spare change you ain't even half a man cuz<br>Matter of fact you ain't even half the man ya moms was<br><br>(ha-juvenile)<br>Oh you thought you was safe, ha<br>Though you could escape, ha<br>Cuz we label mates, ha<br>Oh you thought I wouldn't get yo cake, ha<br>You thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha<br>And birds wanna have sticky baby, ha<br>Dogs run around stayin' sticky crazy, ha<br>He ain't got no type of sense, ha<br>No tellin' what I do<br>Might even jack my own crew<br><br>(throw ya gunz-onyx)<br>The original take 'em out bring 'em out dead<br>Comin' at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head<br>Sticky fingaz going for self call the cops<br>Don't even talk to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot<br><br>(play around-lil' cease)<br>5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya door<br>Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor<br>Find you up the block from ya house dead in the store<br>Work the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all<br>Press ya luck and you'll fall<br>Neva seen nothing this raw<br>I'm what the world been waitin' for<br>Wait no more<br>This wack shit can't take no more<br>Should've been banned the streets should've made it a law<br><br>(what ya want-eve)<br>I'm ready for war<br>What ya niggas want (what, what, what, bring it)<br>Can't touch<br>All y'all niggas sweet even rob swizz beats<br>Nowadays producers gettin' 50 g's<br>Jack they beat kid I did my track for free<br>Jerk you for ya pub I ain't payin' a fee<br>I just loop it up on the mpc<br><br>(the party is goin' on over here-busta rhymes)<br>Long as you live neva seen nothing this while<br>Took ya beat and flipped it right in my style<br>Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my style<br>And if it's dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowd<br>God's gift to the underground<br>Running 'em down<br>Fucking 'em down<br>Empires be tumblin' down<br>The end of the world is comin' around<br>Throw ya ass in the ground<br>Nothing to lose<br>Changing the rules<br>Playin' for keeps<br>I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the streets<br>Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for beats
