Come On Lyrics - Blacktrash: The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones - Sticky Fingaz

[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! 

Fuck 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! 

Fuck 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 fuck 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