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    Sticky Fingaz / Lyrics

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    "Licken Off In Hip-Hop" Lyrics

    Sticky Fingaz

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    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 bleed 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 un-con-cerned
    I live for now 'cause my days is numbered
    Got a six shot revolver watch the barrel on my gun turn
    I'm like a accident just waitin' to happen
    A nigga front, my killa's in the cut waitin' to clap 'em
    It's pitiful this game is too political critical
    but let's not talk about the big I's and the little U'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 gettin' 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 holster with a shoulder grip
    concealed inside my leather camouflage so watch ya eye don't notice it
    Don't tell nobody, but 'tween me and you I'll put three in you
    Add you and ya crew to the M-E-N-U
    I got blueprints of ya death and I drew it myself
    You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself
    My code defending my conscience, my mind inflicted 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's 'cause you be talkin' A TON OF SHIT!
    You can't take me out forget aboooout it
    Killers in front of ya house forget aboooout it
    Y'all niggas don't want no war forget aboooout it
    I'll bring it to your front door and you won't do shit aboooout it
    You need work come see me son I'm taking applications
    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
    This song was submitted on December 21st, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing.
    Written by Michael R Harper.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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