Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come On, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Come On |
Do you feel the way I feel? |
Feel that shit nigga |
Do you feel the way I feel? |
Do you fucking feel it? |
You wanna wild out, come on! |
Act up, come on! |
Throw guns, come on! |
Smoke 'dro, come on! |
Fuck hoes, come on! |
Make dough, come on! |
What?! |
We can do it kid however you want! |
You wanna wild out, come on! |
Act up, come on! |
Start beef, come on! |
Make money, come on! |
Throw guns, come on! |
Fuck hoes, come on! |
What? |
We can do it kid however you want! |
Oh you ain’t know? |
Sticky Fingaz went solo |
And got the whole hood in a choke hold |
Radio locked like I was po-po, you rappers get no dough |
I make you have oral sex with the .44 |
I’m unstable, get cash under the table |
I blaze you, not even God could save you |
What? |
I ain’t having it, I’m ignorant and arrogant |
Dogs couldn’t sniff me out, cause I ain’t have a scent |
Your wifey’s checking me, said I had sex appeal |
Been hitting niggas' girls way before the record deal |
Let me make it clear just so it’s understood: |
That don’t make you no thug cause you from the hood |
My nine’s stainless, I speak in sign language |
My mind changes, every time the wind blows |
Gunshots got me jumping out of second story windows |
Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults |
You wanna wild out, come on! |
Act up, come on! |
Throw guns, come on! |
Smoke 'dro, come on! |
Fuck hoes, come on! |
Make dough, come on! |
What?! |
We can do it kid however you want! |
You wanna wild out, come on! |
Act up, come on! |
Start beef, come on! |
Make money, come on! |
Throw guns, come on! |
Fuck hoes, come on! |
What? |
We can do it kid however you want! |
Goddamn I’m hungry and it’s time to eat |
I’m the worst thing since crack to hit the street |
The man that could murder me, I’m dying to meet |
Rather fuck your own seed than shoot a 5 with me |
I don’t take shit from no man, I set up my own fam |
I never was a kid, came out the pussy a grown man |
I slept in a slum, I’m second to none |
I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2, blow! |
Half my niggas ain’t gon' never see sunlight |
Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight |
You better watch your back for them thug hoes |
I believe in safe sex and go to bed with the snub nose |
Rhyme like my life on the line, I’m nice with the nine |
Knocking out big niggas twice my size |
So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch |
A bullet costs a quarter but your life ain’t even worth that |
You wanna wild out, come on! |
Act up, come on! |
Throw guns, come on! |
Smoke 'dro, come on! |
Fuck hoes, come on! |
Make dough, come on! |
What?! |
We can do it kid however you want! |
You wanna wild out, come on! |
Act up, come on! |
Start beef, come on! |
Make money, come on! |
Throw guns, come on! |
Fuck hoes, come on! |
What? |
We can do it kid however you want! |
It’s a whole new me, but the same old you |
We had beef before, well deja vu |
Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew |
Ever thought about death? |
That’s what you 'bout to go through |
I stay to myself, I’m antisocial |
I ghost you and wild out like I’m supposed to |
My rollie got a body son, it costs a life |
Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice |
I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine |
And son I got Glock 9s, TEC-9s, MAC-10s, 11s and 12s |
.22s, .25s, .32s, .38s, .44s, .45s, AK-47s |
Don’t be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead |
Stomp you out and beat your ass to syllables |
You stupid mother…, be lucky I ain’t killing you all |
I hung myself on my umbilical cord |
You wanna wild out, come on! |
Act up, come on! |
Throw guns, come on! |
Smoke 'dro, come on! |
Fuck hoes, come on! |
Make dough, come on! |
What?! |
We can do it kid however you want! |
You wanna wild out, come on! |
Act up, come on! |
Start beef, come on! |
Make money, come on! |
Throw guns, come on! |
Fuck hoes, come on! |
What? |
We can do it kid however you want! |
Yeah, aha! |
— C'mon mutha fucka I’ll murder you |
— That's what happened nigga |