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* several different beats are used in song
ice cube's "jacking for beats"

(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

What's my name

And who I'm wit
All my
Uh uh uh labels get it right
Rappers better gimme beat fool
Clik you been robbed now
You didn't know fingaz on ya track now
Somebody you number 1 in the streets
That's why I'm coming for you first jackin' beat
I took ya and rearranged it on some dumb shit
Got robbed on the radio broad day
The thugs loved it it's not a
Went solo on ass but it's still the same

(holla rule)
Beat robba
Jackin' beats and make 'em hotta hotta
all ya spins plus ya dollas dollas
Killas if you feel me just folla (what, come on)
Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the
Even if it's off your plate I to eat
I'm on some bullshit for no reason
I want it wit y'all I'm to die breathin'

(hate me now-nas)
It's the I rob
The that I take
The I snake
For 30 help you perform at the wake
Touch ya life and everything I touch I
Hate me now 'cause later gon be too
I you
I spit is controversial
I'm the illest killa they ever signed to
F the
I'm God son
As soon as they blink bet ya dolla i'ma rob 'em

(how to cent)
My sticky fingaz fists across ya jaw
ya ass in real life at the source awards
The real fifty from God bless he got outed
You just a fake clown who front and about it
I got a new
For a few mil
to kill
You fruity dru hill
You change you ain't even half a man 'cause
Matter of you ain't even half the man ya moms was

(ha-juvenile)
Oh you you was safe, ha
Though you escape, ha
we label mates, ha
Oh you thought I get yo cake, ha
You thought that beat from the dirty south gon get raped, ha
And birds wanna sticky baby, ha
run around stayin' sticky crazy, ha
He got no type of sense, ha
No tellin' I do
even jack my own crew

(throw ya gunz-onyx)
The original take 'em out 'em out dead
Comin' at me wrong kid I put that to ya head
Sticky fingaz going for self call the
Don't even to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 in the morning killas at ya door
Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on floor
Find you up the block ya house dead in the store
Work the beat like pigeons and I'm 'em all
ya luck and you'll fall
Neva seen nothing raw
I'm the world been waitin' for
Wait no
This wack shit can't no more
been banned the streets should've made it a law

(what ya want-eve)
I'm for war
What ya niggas (what, what, what, bring it)
Can't
All y'all sweet even rob swizz beats
Nowadays gettin' 50 g's
Jack beat kid I did my track for free
Jerk you for ya pub I ain't a fee
I just it up on the mpc

(the party is goin' on here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live neva seen nothing while
Took ya beat and it right in my style
Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my
And if dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowd
God's gift to the
'em down
Fucking 'em
Empires be down
The end of the is comin' around
ya ass in the ground
Nothing to
Changing the
for keeps
I'ma shark in the waters it ain't in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for