| To my niggas in the 212 and 310
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| Bitches in the 305 and 404
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| Niggas in the 713 and 201, 312, call 911
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| It’s Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Every I kick is a gunshot
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| My heart bleeds for you, so don’t waste your tears
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| I’m about 175 in dog years
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| My block’s so hot step outside and get sunburned
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| Unless you talkin' business or money I’m unconcerned
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| I live for now because my days is numbered
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| I got a six shot revolver, watch the barrel on my gun turn
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| I’m like an accident just waitin' to happen
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| A nigga fuck, my killas in the cut waitin' to clap 'em
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| It’s pitiful this game is too political, critical
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| But let’s not talk about the big I’s and the little U’s
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| Niggas wouldn’t be confused if they mind their P’s and Q’s
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| Keep your nose out of mine and I won’t have to squeeze the two’s
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| And cock the glock, what’s that sound?
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| Everybody know Sticky be puttin' it down
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| So watch out watch out, niggas better clear a path
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| Think I’m scared to blast 'cause I’m doing flicks on Miramax
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| And New Line
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| Fuck security, my bodyguard is my two nines
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| Knew I’d make it big in due time
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| My only lie when my lips move
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| Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol, who wanna get shot?
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| Until I smell 'em for myself I don’t believe shit stink
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| Robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink
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| And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do
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| Labels be like, don’t call us, we’ll call you
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| It’s Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Every I kick is a gunshot
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| It’s Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Every I kick is a gunshot
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| Back in the days Sticky was stickin' niggas
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| And strippin' niggas and still gettin' figures
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| And pistol whippin' niggas and flippin' niggas
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| I ran with life bidders and ice pickers
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| Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin' white bitches
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| But that’s just a deep thought in the back of my mind
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| I’m Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grime
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| I got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder grip
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| Concealed inside my leather camouflage so I can ride, notice it?
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| Don’t tell nobody, but between me and you I put three in you
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| Add you and ya crew to the M E N U
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| I got bloopers of ya death and I draw it myself
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| You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself
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| My code defendin' my conscience, my mind afflicted with monsters
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| Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents
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| You a glutton for punishment, I’m the nigga runnin' shit
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| Yo breath stank that cause you be talkin' a ton of shit
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| You can’t take me out, forget about it
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| Killers in front of ya house, forget about it
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| Y’all niggas don’t want no war, forget about it
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| I’ll bring it to your front door and you won’t do shit about it
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| You need work, come see me son I’m takin' applications
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| You can’t beat me join me save yourself the aggravation
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| You dead if you harm a single hair on my head
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| My payback is goin' to cost you a arm and a leg
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| It’s Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Every I kick is a gunshot
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| It’s Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
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| Every I kick is a gunshot
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| You can run but you can’t hide, when I come it’s do or die
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| Point your guns to the sky, put 'em up real high
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| You can run but you can’t hide, when I come it’s do or die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Licken Off In Hip-Hop , by - Sticky Fingaz. Song from the album Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп