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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 that beat
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 jackin' your beat
I took ya beat and rearranged it on some shit
Got robbed on the radio broad day
The thugs loved it not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's the same

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

(hate me now-nas)
the rappers I rob
The beats that I
The I snake
For 30 help you perform at the wake
Touch ya life and everything I I take
me now 'cause later gon be too late
I you
Everything I spit is
I'm the illest killa ever signed to universal
F the
I'm God son
As as they blink bet ya bottom 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 brooklyn God he got outed
You a fake clown who front and rout about it
I got a new
For a few mil
Shoot to
You fruity dru hill
You spare change you ain't even half a man
Matter of fact you ain't even the man ya moms was

(ha-juvenile)
Oh you you was safe, ha
Though you escape, ha
we label mates, ha
Oh you I wouldn't get yo cake, ha
You thought beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha
And wanna have sticky baby, ha
Dogs run stayin' sticky crazy, ha
He ain't got no of sense, ha
No what I do
Might even my own crew

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

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the killas at ya door
4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor
Find you up the block ya house dead in the store
the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya and you'll fall
Neva seen this raw
I'm what the world waitin' for
no more
This wack can't take no more
Should've banned the streets should've made it a law

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

(the is goin' on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you neva seen nothing this while
Took ya and flipped it right in my style
Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my
And if it's dead in the I put some life in the crowd
gift to the underground
Running 'em
Fucking 'em
Empires be down
The end of the is comin' around
Throw ya ass in the
to lose
Changing the
Playin' for
I'ma in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for