Licken Off In Hip-Hop |
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Licken Off In Hip-Hop Lyrics |
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 (featuring Columbo The Shining Star) 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 |
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