Come On
Sticky Fingaz
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[Do you feel the way I feel...] Feel that shit nigga Do you feel the way I feel? Do you fuckin feel it? Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo HOOK: You want to wild out, come on! Act up, come on! Throw gunz, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on! F*ck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on! What?! We can do it kid however you want! You want to wild out, come on! Act up, come on! Start beef, come on! Make money, come on! Throw gunz, come on! F*ck hoes, come on! What?! We can do it kid however you want! [Verse 1] 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 fo-fo I'm unstable, get cash under the table I blaze you, not even God could save you What?! I ain't havin it, I'm ignorant and arrogant Dogs couldn't sniff me out, 'cause I ain't have a scent Your wifey's checkin me, said I had sex appeal Been hittin 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 jumpin out of second story windows Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults HOOK [Verse 2] 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 dyin to meet Rapper f*ck your own seed and shoot a 5 wit me I intake 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 1! BLAU! 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 a snub nose Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine Knockin 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 HOOK [Verse 3] 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 anti-social 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 nines, tech nines, mack 10's 11's and 12's 22's, 25's, 32's, 38's, 44's, 45's, AK-47's Don't be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead Stomp you out and beat yo' ass to syllables... You... stupid.... mother, be lucky I ain't killin you all I hung myself on my umbilical cord HOOK
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Written by: TREMAINE NEVERSON, DONNIE SCANTZ, EZEKIEL LEWIS, JAMAL JONES
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