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    "Come On" Lyrics

    Sticky Fingaz

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    [Do you feel the way I feel...]
    Feel that shit nigga
    Do you feel the way I feel?
    Do you fuckin feel it?
    Yo, yo, yo
    Yo, yo, yo

    You want to wild out, come on!
    Act up, come on!
    Throw gunz, come on!
    Smoke 'dro, come on!
    Fuck hoes, come on!
    Make dough, come on!
    What?! We can do it kid however you want!
    You want to wild out, come on!
    Act up, come on!
    Start beef, come on!
    Make money, come on!
    Throw gunz, come on!
    Fuck hoes, come on!
    What?! We can do it kid however you want!

    [Verse 1]
    Oh you ain't know?
    Sticky Fingaz went solo
    And got the whole hood in a choke hold
    Radio locked like I was po-po
    You rappers get no dough
    I make you have oral sex with the fo-fo
    I'm unstable, get cash under the table
    I blaze you, not even God could save you
    What?! I ain't havin it, I'm ignorant and arrogant
    Dogs couldn't sniff me out, 'cause I ain't have a scent
    Your wifey's checkin me, said I had sex appeal
    Been hittin niggas' girls, way before the record deal
    Let me make it clear just so it's understood
    That don't make you no thug 'cause you from the hood
    My nine's stainless, I speak in sign language
    My mind changes, every time the wind blows
    Gunshots got me jumpin out of second story windows
    Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults


    [Verse 2]
    Goddamn I'm hungry, and it's time to eat
    I'm the worst thing since crack to hit the street
    The man that could murder me, I'm dyin to meet
    Rapper fuck your own seed and shoot a 5 wit me
    I intake shit from no man, I set up my own fam
    I never was a kid came out the pussy a grown man
    I slept in a slum, I'm second to none
    I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2 1! BLAU!
    Half my niggas ain't gon' never see sunlight
    Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight
    You better watch your back for them thug hoes
    I believe in safe sex and go to bed with a snub nose
    Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine
    Knockin out big niggas twice my size
    So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch
    A bullet costs a quarter, but your life ain't even worth that


    [Verse 3]
    It's a whole new me, but the same old you
    We had beef before well deja vu
    Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew
    Ever thought about death, that's what you bout to go through
    I stay to myself, I'm anti-social
    I ghost you, and wild out like I'm supposed to
    My rollie got a body son, it costs a life
    Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice
    I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine
    And son I got glock nines, tech nines, mack 10's 11's and 12's
    22's, 25's, 32's, 38's, 44's, 45's, AK-47's
    Don't be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead
    Stomp you out and beat yo' ass to syllables...
    You... stupid.... mother, be lucky I ain't killin you all
    I hung myself on my umbilical cord

    This song was submitted on November 4th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Tremaine Neverson, Donnie Scantz, Ezekiel Lewis, Jamal Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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