Jackin’ for Beats

Lyrics

[Part I: Jay-Z — Jigga My Nigga] [Verse 1] (Sticky!) What's my muthafuckin' name? (Fingaz!) And who I'm rollin' with? (All my killas!) Uh-uh-uh, labels better get it right Rappers better gimme that beat, fool You been jacked now You ain't heard? Sticky Fingaz on ya track now Somebody said you number one in the streets That's why I'm coming for you first, jackin' your beat (Come on!) I took ya beat and rearranged it on some thug shit Got robbed on the radio in broad day, public The thugs loved it, it's not a game Went solo on that ass but it's still the same [Part II: Ja Rule — Holla Holla] [Verse 2] 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 (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' [Part III: Nas — Hate Me Now] [Verse 3] It's the rappers I rob, the beats that I take, the labels I snake For thirty grand I'll perform at your wake Touch ya life and everything I touch I take Hate me now, 'cause later gon' be too late I merk you, everything that I spit is controversial I'm the illest killa they ever signed to Universal F the stardom, I'm God's son As soon as they blink, bet the bottom dolla, I'm gon' rob ya [Part IV: 50 Cent — How to Rob] [Verse 4] My sticky fingers turn fists across ya jaw (Ha, yeah) Beat your ass in real life at the Source Awards (What?) The real 50 from Brooklyn, God bless, he got outed (What?) You just a fake clown that front and rap about it (What? What?) 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 mans, cuz Matter fact, you ain't even half the mans ya mom's was (What? What?) [Part V: Juvenile — Ha] [Verse 5] Oh you thought you was safe, ha Though you could escape, ha, 'cause we label mates, ha Oh you thought I wasn't get yo' tape, ha Thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon' get raped, ha And birds wanna have Sticky baby, ha Dogs run around sayin' Sticky crazy, ha He ain't got no type of sense, ha No tellin' what I do, even jack my own crew [Part VI: Onyx — Throw Ya Gunz] [Verse 6] The original take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (Yeah!) Coming at me wrong, kid, I put this thing to ya head (What?) Sticky Fingaz going for self, call the cops Don't even talk to me about the Onyx shit, you'll get shot [Part VII: Lil' Cease — Play Around] [Verse 7] Five o'clock in the morning, killas at ya door Chrome 4-4, cops putting chalk on your floor Find you up the block from your house, dead in the store (What?) Run through beats like pigeons and I'm pluckin' 'em all Press your luck and you'll fall, never seen nothing this raw I'm what the world been waitin' for (Come on!) Wait no more, this wack shit, I can't take no more Should've been banned, the streets should've made it a law (Come on!) [Part VIII: Eve — What Ya Want] [Verse 8] I'm ready for war, what y'all niggas want (What, what, what, bring it) You can't touch All y'all niggas sweet Even rob Swizz Beats Nowadays, producers getting fifty G's Jack they beat, kid, I get my track for free Jerk you for ya pub, I ain't payin' a fee (Ha ha) I just loop it up on the MPC [Part IX: Busta Rhymes — Party Is Goin' on Over Here] [Verse 9] Long as you live, never seen nothing this hot Took ya beat and flipped it, writtin' 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, runnin' 'em down Gunnin' 'em down, empires come tumblin' down The end of the world is comin' around, throw ya guns in the ground Nothing to lose, changin' the rules, playin' for keeps A shark in these waters, it ain't safe in the streets It's Sticky Fingaz! And I'm jackin' for beats