Onyx - Jackin' For Beats '99 Lyrics
* several different beats are used in this songLike ice cubes jacking for beats(jigga my nigga-jay-z)StickyWhats my mutha*****in nameFingazAnd who Im rollin witAll my killasUh uh uh labels better get it rightRappers better gimme that beat foolClik clik you been robbed nowYou didnt know sticky fingaz on ya track nowSomebody said you number 1 in the streetsThats why Im coming for you first jackin your beatI took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shitGot robbed on the radio broad day publicThe thugs loved it its not a gameWent solo on that ass but its still the same(holla holla-ja rule)Beat robba robbaJackin rappers beats and make em hotta hottaStealin all ya spins plus ya dollas dollasKillas if you feel me just folla folla (what, come on)Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heatEven if its off your plate I gots to eatIm on some bullshit for no apparent reasonI want it wit yall Im ready to die breathin(hate me now-nas)Its the rappers I robThe beats that I takeThe labels I snakeFor 30 grand help you perform at the wakeTouch ya life and everything I touch I takeHate me now cuz later gon be too lateI merk youEverything I spit is controversialIm the illest killa they ever signed to universalF the fordhamIm God sonAs soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla ima rob em(how to rob-50 cent)My sticky fingaz turn fists across ya jawBeat ya ass in real life at the source awardsThe real fifty from brooklyn God bless he got outedYou just a fake clown who front and rout about itI got a new dealFor a few milShoot to killYou fruity like dru hillYou spare change you aint even half a man cuzMatter of fact you aint even half the man ya moms was(ha-juvenile)Oh you thought you was safe, haThough you could escape, haCuz we label mates, haOh you thought I wouldnt get yo cake, haYou thought that beat from the dirty south wasnt gon get raped, haAnd birds wanna have sticky baby, haDogs run around stayin sticky crazy, haHe aint got no type of sense, haNo tellin what I doMight even jack my own crew(throw ya gunz-onyx)The original take em out bring em out deadComin at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya headSticky fingaz going for self call the copsDont even talk to me about the onyx shit youll get shot(play around-lil cease)5 oclock in the morning killas at ya doorColt 4-4 Im puttin chalk on your floorFind you up the block from ya house dead in the storeWork the beat like pigeons and Im bucking em allPress ya luck and youll fallNeva seen nothing this rawIm what the world been waitin forWait no moreThis wack shit cant take no moreShouldve been banned the streets shouldve made it a law(what ya want-eve)Im ready for warWhat ya niggas want (what, what, what, bring it)Cant touchAll yall niggas sweet even rob swizz beatsNowadays producers gettin 50 gsJack they beat kid I did my track for freeJerk you for ya pub I aint payin a feeI just loop it up on the mpc(the party is goin on over here-busta rhymes)Long as you live neva seen nothing this whileTook ya beat and flipped it right in my styleJust payin back niggas be bitin my styleAnd if its dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowdGods gift to the undergroundRunning em down*****ing em downEmpires be tumblin downThe end of the world is comin aroundThrow ya ass in the groundNothing to loseChanging the rulesPlayin for keepsIma shark in the waters it aint safe in the streetsSticky fingaz and Im jackin for beats
