Sticky Fingaz - Jackin' For Beats '99 lyrics

Several different beats are used in this song Like Ice Cube's "Jacking For Beats" [Verse 1] (Sticky) What's my muthaf**in' name? (Fingaz) And who I'm rollin' with? (All my k**as) 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 I took ya beat and rearranged it on some thug sh** Got robbed on the radio in broad day, public The thugs loved it, it's not a game Went solo on that a** but it's still the same [Verse 2] Beat robba, robba Jackin' rappers' beats and make 'em hotta, hotta Stealin' all ya spins plus ya dollas, dollas k**as 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 bullsh** for no apparent reason I want it wit' y'all, I'm ready to die breathin' ["Hate Me Now" by Nas] 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 k**a they ever signed to Universal F the stardom, I'm God's son As soon as they blink, bet ya bottom dolla, I'm gon' rob 'em ["How to Rob" by 50 Cent] My sticky fingers turn fists across ya jaw Beat ya a** in real life at the Source Awards The real 50 from Brooklyn, God bless, he got outed You just a fake clown that front and rap about it I got a new deal for a few mil, shoot to k** You fruity like Dru Hill, you spare change You ain't even half a mans, cuz Matter of fact, you ain't even half the mans ya moms was ["Ha" by Juvenile] 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 ["Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyx] The original take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Coming at me wrong, kid, I put this thing to ya head Sticky Fingaz going for self, call the cops Don't even talk to me about the Onyx sh**, you'll get shot ["Play Around" by Lil' Cease] Five o'clock in the morning, k**as at ya door Chrome 4-4, cops putting chalk on your floor Find you up the block from your house, dead in the store 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 Wait no more, this wack sh**, I can't take no more Should've been banned, the streets should've made it a law ["What Ya Want" by Eve] I'm ready for war, what y'all n***as want (What, what, what, bring it) You can't touch All y'all n***as 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 I just loop it up on the MPC ["Party Is Goin' On Over Here" by Busta Rhymes] Long as you live, never seen nothing this hot Took ya beat and flipped it, writtin' my style Just payin' back, n***as 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