Sticky Fingaz, N.O.R.E. - Ebenezer Scrooge lyrics
[Sticky Fingaz, N.O.R.E. - Ebenezer Scrooge lyrics]
New York niguhz in Hollywood ayyo, Stick!
When it come to money, I’m Ebenezer Scrooge
My niggas rob niggas 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
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!"
Now I don’t talk shit, 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, nigga
So stop fronting
It’s Sticky Fingaz, I’m maniac depressive
I’m passive-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 bitch 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
We keep it clean with a whips
Cleaner with the gunz
Stash all hundreds, wifey get the ones
Kush roll Sticky, Niggas smoke blunts
This is grown man BI
(Business) , they actin’ like they sons
I don’t give a shit
Give a shit these niggas is hoes
I don’t give a shit
Give a shit for that Kay tone they froze
I don’t give a shit
Give a shit these niggas is puss
I don’t give a shit, give a
Shit to the front line, we push!
When it come to money, I’m Ebenezer Scrooge
My niggas rob niggas 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
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!"
Now I don’t talk shit, 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, nigga
So stop fronting
It’s Sticky Fingaz, I’m maniac depressive
I’m passive-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 bitch 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
We keep it clean with a whips
Cleaner with the gunz
Stash all hundreds, wifey get the ones
Kush roll Sticky, Niggas smoke blunts
This is grown man BI
(Business) , they actin’ like they sons
I don’t give a shit
Give a shit these niggas is hoes
I don’t give a shit
Give a shit for that Kay tone they froze
I don’t give a shit
Give a shit these niggas is puss
I don’t give a shit, give a
Shit to the front line, we push!