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Capone-N-Noreaga - Stick You lyrics
[Intro - conversation with Capone in the background] [Noreaga] Yo, yo - you got that shit? Let me see that. (It's right here, yo) Look - look, son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo! Second time! Taste that, yo! (What the fuck is this shit, yo?) Is this your shit, no? Is it? (No, this shit is weak) Yo, that's the second time son did that shit, yo (Word, I don't wanna talk...) Yo, fuck that yo (word up) We're gonna go get him right now, yo, us, us, right here, yo Us, yo, nobody else, we gonna get him, yo (listen, listen, listen son) [Tragedy] Listen, listen - Yo, we gotta map this shit out, son we can't just be runnin' them things... [Noreaga] Meet us on 160 - the nigga be on 1-5-2, and we just gonna do it on 160, we gonna get... [Tragedy] Look, I'm sayin' dun, we gonna keep it real, man (He ain't gonna do it to us again son! We gonna do it son!) Look, I'm sayin' - you know I'm with you - you know how we get down We gonna get the nigga but we gotta map this shit out right cause people, I... That nigga got mad, fuckin, you know what I'm sayin' Boricua niggas runnin' with him (word?) You know what I'm sayin'? [Noreaga] They ain't gonna expect it, we gonna move it's raining son, they ain't gonna expect it right now, they ain't gonna expect it, son [Tragedy] I ain't trying to have no 2-5 casualties, man, that's what I'm sayin', I want us to get in, and get the fuck out... [Tragedy Khadafi] From fourty one - twelve, to the U.S.A. buiding in Iraq My crew bust back, we're cap peeling Your crew dealing, in a box with no feeling Informer type, that's what you get for squealing It's the money or the morgue son, ready to die Black Infiniti, yo, papi, call Ki The coke connect - don't trust us, he wanna touch us So call Russ, tell him, scoop me in the Lexus It's all good, in the ‘hood, nobody know shhh Infrared, off the roof, some ol' scope shhh CNN, desert men, holding the chrome with gorilla grip Sing Sing, straight convict Strap the door, C-4, detonating shhh Blow the spot, don't give a fuck who you go and get We want the yay-yo And the cash that's in the stash, strip his Tommy drawers Yo, check the crack of his ass (Noreaga) You on some homo shhh? Nah kid, we on some real shit Since we here, we might as well get all of it Inshallah allahu akbar supporter CNN, desert men supreme order(word) [Capone] A kassi[???], three and a quarter, Arab Nazi Me and shorty from the Mecca, having a session Play the Shark Bar, sipping on French connection On the rocks, son, hit me on the box Time to hit the spot, regulate the whole fucking block [Tragedy Khadafi] Grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him for the rats Stuck him for the yay-yo couldn't get the money back [Capone] So where you at? [Tragedy Khadafi] Meet me uptown, by the polo ground Strapped with the vest, plus I got the 4-pound Tell Caduece(tell who?), bring the A.K.(wha?), so y'all can hold me down [Capone] Aight kiko, I'ma meet you in a hour, keep the free power close Gotta get dun, and we ghost Met papi in Iraq(huh?), then winged by the back Opened up the trunk, and threw in the big gat Took off, threw the skully mask over the dome We war prone, desert men tactics all shown Met on 1-5-2, now we figure, Looking for that rich Dominican with that gold act vigor Chico, he got porico[???], little do he know We sticking him for all of his dough(nigga) Chorus: [Tragedy] This ain't your oridinary sh thug sh, that you used to, Q.U. [Noreaga] We stick you, we supposed to [Tragedy] Not your ordinary sh thug sh that you used to, Q.U. [Noreaga] We stick you [Noreaga] Yo, for years I been buying my coke from the same cat Gherri curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look Black As I think back, transform coke to crack Yo amigo, him and Rico, they got Borico[???] Son I know the spot, like the back of my hand Networked the plan, we sticking him and his man Working zip-lock, pop the lock, flee the spot Grab the knot, national(hurry up! hurry up!), tell Willy come and get me on 160 I got three people with me, with trenches We uptown waiting on the benches The cab taking long, Dominicans coming strong Claiming that it's on, from dusk ‘til dawn We right across the street, they don't see us Ay yo, our Cuban disguise, it got us looking like we Jesus Inshallah, we flee the spot mega far Jump up in Willy's car, and scream "Alhumdu Allah!" 25 people lost sleep, the other 25 lost heat(snitching) A gave up Luis, and said it wasn't worth it The CNN drug circuit, (yo) blind fold Pass the gray tape, regulate, cowboy rope strapped To the chair, stay there, he just a power ranger That snitched on me while in danger Noreaga, treat that ass like a stranger Yo - yo yo - Chorus Stick you, and him too - you and you (Bitch ass nigga) Got you back, got you back We got you back - from sellin' that fake yak |
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