Jackin' For Beats '99 Lyrics - Onyx

* 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 

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(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 'cause 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 

Photos 

(how to rob-50 cent) 

My sticky fingaz turn fists across ya jaw 

Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards 

The real fifty from brooklyn God bless he got outed 

You just a fake clown who front and rout about it 

I got a new deal 

For a few mil 

Shoot to kill 

You fruity like dru hill 

You spare change you ain't even half a man 'cause 

Matter of fact you ain't even half the man ya moms was 

(ha-juvenile) 

Oh you thought you was safe, ha 

Though you could escape, ha 

'cause we label mates, ha 

Oh you thought I wouldn't get yo cake, ha 

You thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha 

And birds wanna have sticky baby, ha 

Dogs run around stayin' sticky crazy, ha 

He ain't got no type of sense, ha 

No tellin' what I do 

Might even jack my own crew 

(throw ya gunz-onyx) 

The original take 'em out bring 'em out dead 

Comin' at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head 

Sticky fingaz going for self call the cops 

Don't even talk to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot 

(play around-lil' cease) 

5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya door 

Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor 

Find you up the block from ya house dead in the store 

Work the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all 

Press ya luck and you'll fall 

Neva seen nothing this raw 

I'm what the world been waitin' for 

Wait no more 

This wack shit can't take no more 

Should've been banned the streets should've made it a law 

(what ya want-eve) 

I'm ready for war 

What ya niggas want (what, what, what, bring it) 

Can't touch 

All y'all niggas sweet even rob swizz beats 

Nowadays producers gettin' 50 g's 

Jack they beat kid I did my track for free 

Jerk you for ya pub I ain't payin' a fee 

I just loop it up on the mpc 

(the party is goin' on over here-busta rhymes) 

Long as you live neva seen nothing this while 

Took ya beat and flipped it right in my style 

Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my style 

And if it's dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowd 

God's gift to the underground 

Running 'em down 

Fucking 'em down 

Empires be tumblin' down 

The end of the world is comin' around 

Throw ya ass in the ground 

Nothing to lose 

Changing the rules 

Playin' for keeps 

I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the streets 

Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for beats