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 bleeds 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 unconcerned
I live for now because my days is numbered
I got a six shot revolver watch the barrel on my gun turn
I`m like an accident just waiting to happen
A nigga fuck, my killas in the cut waitin` to clap `em
It`s pitiful this game is too politcal critical
but let`s not talk about the big I`s and the little you`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
And cock the glock, what`s that sound?
Everybody know Sticky be puttin down
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 fuck security, my bodyguard is my two nines
Knew I`d make it big in due time
My only lie when my lips move
Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol; who wanna get shot?
Until I smell `em for myself I don`t believe shit stink
robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink
And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do
Labels be like Don`t call us, we`ll call you!
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Verse Two]
Back in the day Sticky was stickin` niggas
and strippin niggas and still getting figures
and pistol whippin niggas and flippin niggas
I ran with life bidders and ice pickers
Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin white bitches
But that`s just a deep thought in the back of my mind
I`m Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grime
I got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder grip
concealed inside my leather camoflauge so I can ride notice it?
Don`t tell nobody, but between me and you I put three in you
Add you and ya crew to the M-E-N-U
I got bloopers of ya death and I draw it myself
Want the job done right you gotta do it yourself
My code defending my conscience, my mind afflicted with monsters
Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents
You a glutton for punishment, I`m the nigga runnin shit
YO BREATH STANK THAT CAUSE YOU BE TALKING A TON OF SHIT!
You can`t take me out forget about it
Killers in front of ya house forget about it
Y`all niggas don`t want no war forget about it
I`ll bring it to your front door and you won`t do shit about it
You need work come see me son I`m taking applications
You can`t beat me join me save yourself the aggravation
You dead if you harm a single hair on my head
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
