Songtexte:
Sticky Fingaz

actin' up, huh Lemme see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh Lemme see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh Lemme see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh Yo Sticky Fingaz

Yo, For All The fucken Niggaz Who Bought This fucken Album, Its Sticky Fingaz Nigga, Straght up, Yeah Fuck You, I dedicate This motherfucken Album to

't know nothin' when the cops come, I act dumb I don't know, what weed officer? What gats? I don't know, shit I told the judge, this is love my nigga This is negative love, Sticky

This might sound crazy but I love suffering, I love struggle, I love pain 'Cause what don't kill you make you stronger nigga And I'm as strong as they

[Incomprehensible] Yeah, State Vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residin' Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence Maximum sentence, life

Who are you to question how I live When the whole entire world is negative? I'm just tryna eat, tryna stay alive Keep my hustle in the street 'til the

Let's get it hot now, baby I keep it gully 'til I drop dead, baby I told you I ain't got an option, baby I came too far just to stop now, baby But yo,

In these streets, where we from We all caught in the game Tryna pull our life out of the drain If you don't make it, you the one to blame In this life

an image to protect and records to sell Besides a one sided story is easy to tell My poster on the wall only way you see me in jail Sticky Fingaz nigga