* Several different beats are used in this song

like Ice Cube's "Jacking For Beats"

(Jigga My Nigga Jay Z)

Sticky

What's my muthafuckin' name

Fingaz

And who I'm rollin' wit

All my killas

Uh uh uh Labels better get it right

rappers better gimme that beat fool

clik clik you been robbed now

You didn't know Sticky Fingaz on ya track now

Somebody said you number 1 in the streets

that's why I'm coming for you first jackin' your beat

I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit

Got robbed on the radio broad day public

The thugs loved it It's not a game

Went solo on that ass but it's still the same

(Holla Holla-Ja Rule)

Beat ROBBA ROBBA

Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em HOTTA HOTTA

Stealin' all ya spins plus ya DOLLAS DOLLAS

Killas if you feel me just FOLLA FOLLA (What, Come on)

Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat

Even if it's off your plate I gots to eat

I'm on some bullshit for no apparent reason

I want it wit y'all I'm ready to die breathin'

(Hate Me Now-Nas)

It's the rappers I rob

The beats that I take

The labels I snake

For 30 grand help you perform at the wake

Touch ya life and everything I touch I take

Hate me now cuz later gon be too late

I merk you

Everything I spit is controversial

I'm the illest killa they ever signed to Universal

F the Fordham

I'm god son

As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla I'ma rob 'em

(How To Rob-50 Cent)

My Sticky Fingaz turn fists across ya jaw

Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards