Stick You Lyrics by 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]
    Before the 112[?], to the u.s.a. building 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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