[Part I: Jay-Z — Jigga My Nigga]

[Verse 1]

(Sticky!) What's my muthafuckin' name?

(Fingaz!) And who I'm rollin' with?

(All my killas!) Uh-uh-uh, labels better get it right

Rappers better gimme that beat, fool

You been jacked now

You ain't heard? Sticky Fingaz on ya track now

Somebody said you number one in the streets

That's why I'm coming for you first, jackin' your beat (Come on!)

I took ya beat and rearranged it on some thug shit

Got robbed on the radio in broad day, public

The thugs loved it, it's not a game

Went solo on that ass but it's still the same

[Part II: Ja Rule — Holla Holla]

[Verse 2]

Beat robba, robba

Jackin' rappers' beats and make 'em hotta, hotta

Stealin' all ya spins plus ya dollas, dollas

Killas if you feel me just folla, folla, what? Come on (Come on!)

Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat

Even if it's off your plate, I gots to eat

I'm on some bullshit for no apparent reason

I want it wit' y'all, I'm ready to die breathin'

[Part III: Nas — Hate Me Now]

[Verse 3]

It's the rappers I rob, the beats that I take, the labels I snake

For thirty grand I'll perform at your wake

Touch ya life and everything I touch I take

Hate me now, 'cause later gon' be too late

I merk you, everything that I spit is controversial

I'm the illest killa they ever signed to Universal

F the stardom, I'm God's son

As soon as they blink, bet the bottom dolla, I'm gon' rob ya

[Part IV: 50 Cent — How to Rob]

[Verse 4]

My sticky fingers turn fists across ya jaw (Ha, yeah)

Beat your ass in real life at the Source Awards (What?)

The real 50 from Brooklyn, God bless, he got outed (What?)

You just a fake clown that front and rap about it (What? What?)

I got a new deal for a few mil, shoot to kill

You fruity like Dru Hill, you spare change

You ain't even half a mans, cuz

Matter fact, you ain't even half the mans ya mom's was (What? What?)

[Part V: Juvenile — Ha]

[Verse 5]

Oh you thought you was safe, ha

Though you could escape, ha, 'cause we label mates, ha

Oh you thought I wasn't get yo' tape, ha

Thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon' get raped, ha

And birds wanna have Sticky baby, ha

Dogs run around sayin' Sticky crazy, ha

He ain't got no type of sense, ha

No tellin' what I do, even jack my own crew

[Part VI: Onyx — Throw Ya Gunz]

[Verse 6]

The original take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (Yeah!)

Coming at me wrong, kid, I put this thing to ya head (What?)

Sticky Fingaz going for self, call the cops

Don't even talk to me about the Onyx shit, you'll get shot

[Part VII: Lil' Cease — Play Around]

[Verse 7]

Five o'clock in the morning, killas at ya door

Chrome 4-4, cops putting chalk on your floor

Find you up the block from your house, dead in the store (What?)

Run through beats like pigeons and I'm pluckin' 'em all

Press your luck and you'll fall, never seen nothing this raw

I'm what the world been waitin' for (Come on!)

Wait no more, this wack shit, I can't take no more

Should've been banned, the streets should've made it a law (Come on!)

[Part VIII: Eve — What Ya Want]

[Verse 8]

I'm ready for war, what y'all niggas want

(What, what, what, bring it) You can't touch

All y'all niggas sweet

Even rob Swizz Beats

Nowadays, producers getting fifty G's

Jack they beat, kid, I get my track for free

Jerk you for ya pub, I ain't payin' a fee (Ha ha)

I just loop it up on the MPC

[Part IX: Busta Rhymes — Party Is Goin' on Over Here]

[Verse 9]

Long as you live, never seen nothing this hot

Took ya beat and flipped it, writtin' my style

Just payin' back, niggas be bitin' my style

And if it's dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowd

God's gift to the underground, runnin' 'em down

Gunnin' 'em down, empires come tumblin' down

The end of the world is comin' around, throw ya guns in the ground

Nothing to lose, changin' the rules, playin' for keeps

A shark in these waters, it ain't safe in the streets

It's Sticky Fingaz! And I'm jackin' for beats