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sticky fingaz - ebenezer scrooge lyrics

[intro: n.o.r.e.]
new york niguhz in hollywood
ayyo, stick!

[verse 1: sticky fingaz]
when it come to money, i’m ebenezer scrooge
my n-ggas rob n-ggas and they bring me they jewels
i used to ask god for things but i would never get it
so now i just steal it and ask god for forgiveness
you worried about the wrong man, i’m the shooter
give a man an “inch” and he think he the ruler
there’s no “i” in team, but there is a me
the american dream to believe it, you gotta be asleep

[bridge: sticky fingaz]
i know it’s bad, but i’m high anyway!
eat healthy, stay fit, die anyway!
they say “to talk to god you gotta pray,” but i don’t get it
cause when god talk back to me, they say “i’m schizophrenic!”

[verse 2: sticky fingaz]
now i don’t talk sh-t, i pull them pistols
i’m like a ventriloquist, you never see my lips move
i’m throw money up, never catch me penny-pinching
pockets too fat, can’t even go skinny-dipping
i started with nothing and still have most of it
i’m pulling out hammers like “jumping jehoshaphat”
i can’t remember the last time i forgot something
your gun is decoration, n-gga, so stop fronting

[verse 3: sticky fingaz]
it’s sticky fingaz, i’m maniac depressive
i’m p-ssive-aggressive, you better spread the message
you know who the best is, better have your vests
my gun big black and ugly, i call that b-tch precious!
i swear on my nose, they say that i’m an evil brother
i’m a warlock, i see things in dream in color
you think it can’t happen to you, god bless you
two wrongs don’t make a right, but believe me, three left do

[chorus: n.o.r.e.]
we keep it clean with a whips, cleaner with the gunz
stash all hundreds, wifey get the ones
kush roll sticky, n-ggas smoke blunts
this is grown man bi (business), they actin’ like they sons

[outro: n.o.r.e. & sticky fingaz]
i don’t give a sh-t, give a sh-t. these n-ggas is hoes
i don’t give a sh-t, give a sh-t. for that kay tone they froze
i don’t give a sh-t, give a sh-t. these n-ggas is p-ss
i don’t give a sh-t, give a sh-t. to the front line, we push!

- sticky fingaz lyrics

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