like Ice Cube's "Jacking For Beats"

 (Jigga My Nigga Jay Z)
 Sticky
 What's my muthafuckin' name
 Fingaz
 And who I'm rollin' wit
 All my killas
 Uh uh uh Labels better get it right
 rappers better gimme that beat fool
 clik clik you been robbed now
 You didn't know Sticky Fingaz on ya track now
 Somebody said you number 1 in the streets
 that's why I'm coming for you first jackin' your beat
 I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit
 Got robbed on the radio broad day public
 The thugs loved it It's not a game
 Went solo on that ass but it's still the same

 (Holla Holla-Ja Rule)
 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)
 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'

 (Hate Me Now-Nas)
 It's the rappers I rob
 The beats that I take
 The labels I snake
 For 30 grand help you perform at the wake
 Touch ya life and everything I touch I take
 Hate me now cuz later gon be too late
 I merk you
 Everything I spit is controversial
 I'm the illest killa they ever signed to Universal
 F the Fordham
 I'm god son
 As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla I'ma rob 'em

 (How To Rob-50 Cent)
 My Sticky Fingaz turn fists across ya jaw
 Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards
 The real Fifty from Brooklyn god bless he got outed
 You just a fake clown who front and rout about it
 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 man cuz
 Matter of fact you ain't even half the man ya moms was

 (Ha-Juvenile)
 Oh you thought you was safe, Ha
 Though you could escape, Ha
 Cuz we label mates, Ha
 Oh you thought I wouldn't get yo cake, Ha
 You thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, Ha
 And birds wanna have Sticky baby, Ha
 Dogs run around stayin' Sticky crazy, Ha
 He ain't got no type of sense, Ha
 No tellin' what I do
 Might even jack my own crew

 (Throw Ya Gunz-Onyx)
 The original take 'em out bring 'em out dead
 Comin' at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head
 Sticky Fingaz going for self call the cops
 Don't even talk to me about the Onyx shit you'll get shot

 (Play Around-Lil' Cease)
 5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya door
 Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor
 Find you up the block from ya house dead in the store
 Work the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
 Press ya luck and you'll fall
 Neva seen nothing this raw
 I'm what the world been waitin' for
 Wait no more
 This wack shit can't take no more
 Should've been banned the streets should've made it a law

 (What Ya Want-Eve)
 I'm ready for war
 What Ya niggas want (What, What, What, Bring it)
 Can't touch
 All y'all niggas sweet even rob Swizz Beats
 Nowadays producers gettin' 50 g's
 jack they beat kid I did my track for free
 jerk you for ya pub I ain't payin' a fee
 I just loop it up on the MPC

 (The Party Is Goin' On Over Here-Busta Rhymes)
 Long as you live neva seen nothing this while
 Took ya beat and flipped it right in 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
 Running 'em down
 Fucking 'em down
 Empires be tumblin' down
 The end of the world is comin' around
 Throw ya ass in the ground
 Nothing to lose
 Changing the rules
 Playin' for keeps
 I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
 Sticky Fingaz and I'm jackin' for beats