Licken off in Hip Hop Songtext

von Sticky Fingaz

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 clear 9-1-1

[Chorus]
It's Sticky Fingaz licken off in hiphop(3x)
Every rhyme I kick is a gunshot

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 just waiting to clap on '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 NewLine 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(2x)

Back in the day Sticky was stickin' niggas
And strippin niggas and still getting figures
And pistol whippin niggas and flippin niggas
I live the life as big as a ice pickas
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 Blacktrash 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 bout it
Between me and you I put three in you
And you and ya crew to the emmy in you
I got so you deaf and I'll 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
Killas in front of ya house forget about it
Ya'll 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(2x)

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