Self - Come On lyrics

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz (sample)] (Do you feel the way I feel?) Feel that sh** n***a Do you feel the way I feel? Do you f**ing feel it? [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz] You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on! Throw guns, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on! f** hoes, come on! Make dough, come on! What?! We can do it kid however you want! You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on! Start beef, come on! Make money, come on! Throw guns, come on! f** hoes, come on! What? We can do it kid however you want! [Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz] Oh you ain't know? Sticky Fingaz went solo And got the whole hood in a choke hold Radio locked like I was po-po, you rappers get no dough I make you have oral s** with the .44 I'm unstable, get cash under the table I blaze you, not even God could save you What? I ain't having it, I'm ignorant and arrogant Dogs couldn't sniff me out, cause I ain't have a scent Your wifey's checking me, said I had s** appeal Been hitting n***as' girls way before the record deal Let me make it clear just so it's understood That don't make you no thug cause you from the hood My nine's stainless, I speak in sign language My mind changes, every time the wind blows Gunshots got me jumping out of second story windows Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz] [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] Goddamn I'm hungry and it's time to eat I'm the worst thing since crack to hit the street The man that could murder me, I'm dying to meet Rather f** your own seed than shoot a 5 with me I don't take sh** from no man, I set up my own fam I never was a kid, came out the p**y a grown man I slept in a slum, I'm second to none I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2, blow! Half my n***as ain't gon' never see sunlight Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight You better watch your back for them thug hoes I believe in safe s** and go to bed with the snub nose Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine Knocking out big n***as twice my size So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch A bullet costs a quarter but your life ain't even worth that [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz] [Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] It's a whole new me, but the same old you We had beef before, well deja vu Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew Ever thought about d**h? That's what you 'bout to go through I stay to myself, I'm antisocial I ghost you and wild out like I'm supposed to My rollie got a body son, it costs a life Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine And son I got Glock 9s, TEC-9s, MAC-10s, 11s and 12s .22s, .25s, .32s, .38s, .44s, .45s, AK-47s Don't be a smarta**, I put a hole in your forehead Stomp you out and beat your a** to syllables You stupid mother..., be lucky I ain't k**ing you all I hung myself on my umbilical cord [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]