Sticky Fingaz - Licken Off In Hip Hop Lyrics

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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

It's pitiful this game is too political critical

A nigga front my killa's in the cut waitin' to clap 'em

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

Everybody know Sticky be puttin down

And cock the glock what's that sound?

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

Until I smell 'em for myself I don't believe shit stink

Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol; who wanna get shot?

And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do

Robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink

Labels be like "Don't call us we'll call you!"

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[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Verse Two]

And strippin niggas and still gettin' figures

Back in the day Sticky was stickin' niggas

And pistol whippin niggas and flippin niggas

Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin white bitches

I ran with life bidders and ice pickers

I'm Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grime

But that's just a deep thought in the back of my mind

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

You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself

I got blueprints of ya death and I drew it myself

Add you and ya crew to the M-E-N-U

My code defending my conscience my mind inflictedwith monsters

Yo breath stank that's 'cause you be talkin' A TON OF SHIT!

Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents

You a glutton for punishment I'm the nigga runnin shit

Killers in front of ya house forget aboooout it

You can't take me out forget aboooout it

I'll bring it to your front door and you won't do shit aboooout it

Y'all niggas don't want no war forget aboooout it

You dead if you harm a single hair on my head

You need work come see me son I'm taking applications

Can't beat me join me save yourself the aggravation

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

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