Licken Off In Hip-hop Lyrics - Blacktrash: The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones - Sticky Fingaz

To my niggas in the 212 and 310 

Bitches in the 305 and 404 

Niggas in the 713 and 201, 312, call 911 

It's Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Every [Incomprehensible] I kick is a gunshot 

My heart bleeds for you, so don't waste your tears 

I'm about 175 in dog years 

My block's so hot step outside and get sunburned 

Unless you talkin' business or money I'm unconcerned 

I live for now because my days is numbered 

I got a six shot revolver, watch the barrel on my gun turn 

I'm like an accident just waitin' to happen 

A nigga fuck, my killas in the cut waitin' to clap 'em 

It's pitiful this game is too political, critical 

But let's not talk about the big I's and the little you's 

Niggas wouldn't be confused if they mind their P's and Q's 

Keep your nose out of mine and I won't have to squeeze the two's 

And cock the glock, what's that sound? 

Everybody know Sticky be puttin' it down 

So watch out watch out, niggas better clear a path 

Think I'm scared to blast 'cause I'm doing flicks on Miramax 

And New Line 

Fuck security, my bodyguard is my two nines 

Knew I'd make it big in due time 

My only lie when my lips move 

Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol, who wanna get shot? 

Until I smell 'em for myself I don't believe shit stink 

Robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink 

And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do 

Labels be like, don't call us, we'll call you 

It's Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Every [Incomprehensible] I kick is a gunshot 

It's Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Every [Incomprehensible] I kick is a gunshot 

Back in the days Sticky was stickin' niggas 

And strippin' niggas and still gettin' figures 

And pistol whippin' niggas and flippin' niggas 

I ran with life bidders and ice pickers 

Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin' white bitches 

But that's just a deep thought in the back of my mind 

I'm Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grime 

I got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder grip 

Concealed inside my leather camouflage so I can ride, notice it? 

Don't tell nobody, but between me and you I put three in you 

Add you and ya crew to the M E N you 

I got bloopers of ya death and I draw it myself 

You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself 

My code defendin' my conscience, my mind afflicted with monsters 

Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents 

You a glutton for punishment, I'm the nigga runnin' shit 

Yo breath stank that cause you be talkin' a ton of shit 

You can't take me out, forget about it 

Killers in front of ya house, forget about it 

Y'all niggas don't want no war, forget about it 

I'll bring it to your front door and you won't do shit about it 

You need work, come see me son I'm takin' applications 

You can't beat me join me save yourself the aggravation 

You dead if you harm a single hair on my head 

My payback is goin' to cost you a arm and a leg 

It's Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Every [Incomprehensible] I kick is a gunshot 

It's Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop 

Every [Incomprehensible] I kick is a gunshot 

You can run but you can't hide, when I come it's do or die 

Point your guns to the sky, put 'em up real high 

You can run but you can't hide, when I come it's do or die