Capone -n- Noreaga - Stick You Lyrics
[intro - conversation with capone in the background][noreaga]Yo, yo - you got that shit? let me see that. (its right here, yo)Look - look, son! thats the second time that nigga did that, yo!Second time! taste that, yo! (what the ***** is this shit, yo? )Is this your shit, no? is it? (no, this shit is weak)Yo, thats the second time son did that shit, yo(word, I dont wanna talk...)Yo, ***** that yo (word up)Were gonna go get him right now, yo, us, us, right here, yoUs, yo, nobody else, we gonna get him, yo(listen, listen, listen son)[tragedy] listen, listen - yo, we gotta map this shit out, sonWe cant 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, Im sayin dun, we gonna keep it real, man(he aint gonna do it to us again son! we gonna do it son!)Look, Im sayin - you know Im with you - you know how we get downWe gonna get the nigga but we gotta map this shit out rightCause people, i... that nigga got mad, *****in,You know what Im sayin boricua niggas runnin with him (word? )You know what Im sayin?[noreaga] they aint gonna expect it,We gonna move its raining son,They aint gonna expect it right now,They aint gonna expect it, son[tragedy] I aint trying to have no 2-5 casualties, man,Thats what Im sayin, I want us to get in,And get the ***** out...[tragedy khadafi]Before the 112[? ], to the u.s.a. building in iraqMy crew bust back, were cap peelingYour crew dealing, in a box with no feelingInformer type, thats what you get for squealingIts the money or the morgue son, ready to dieBlack infiniti, yo, papi, call kiThe coke connect - dont trust us, he wanna touch usSo call russ, tell him, scoop me in the lexusIts all good, in the hood, nobody know shhhInfrared, off the roof, some ol scope shhhCnn, desert men, holding the chrome with gorilla gripSing sing, straight convictStrap the door, c-4, detonating shhhBlow the spot, dont give a ***** who you go and getWe want the yay-yoAnd the cash thats in the stash, strip his tommy drawersYo, check the crack of his ass(noreaga) you on some homo shhh?Nah kid, we on some real shitSince we here, we might as well get all of itInshallah allahu akbar supporterCnn, desert men supreme order(word)[capone]A kassi[? ? ? ], three and a quarter, arab naziMe and shorty from the mecca, having a sessionPlay the shark bar, sipping on french connectionOn the rocks, son, hit me on the boxTime to hit the spot, regulate the whole *****ing block[tragedy khadafi]Grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him for the ratsStuck him for the yay-yo couldnt get the money back[capone]So where you at?[tragedy khadafi]Meet me uptown, by the polo groundStrapped with the vest, plus I got the 4-poundTell caduece(tell who? ), bring the a.k.(wha? ),So yall can hold me down[capone]Aight kiko, ima meet you in a hour, keep the free power closeGotta get dun, and we ghostMet papi in iraq(huh? ), then winged by the backOpened up the trunk, and threw in the big gatTook off, threw the skully mask over the domeWe war prone, desert men tactics all shownMet on 1-5-2, now we figure,Looking for that rich dominican with that gold act vigorChico, he got porico[? ? ? ], little do he knowWe sticking him for all of his dough(nigga)Chorus:[tragedy] this aint 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 catGherri curl nigga, dominican nigga who look blackAs I think back, transform coke to crackYo amigo, him and rico, they got borico[? ? ? ]Son I know the spot, like the back of my handNetworked the plan, we sticking him and his manWorking zip-lock, pop the lock, flee the spotGrab the knot, national(hurry up! hurry up!),Tell willy come and get me on 160I got three people with me, with trenchesWe uptown waiting on the benchesThe cab taking long, dominicans coming strongClaiming that its on, from dusk til dawnWe right across the street, they dont see usAy yo, our cuban disguise, it got us looking like we jesusInshallah, we flee the spot mega farJump up in willys car, and scream alhumdu allah!25 people lost sleep, the other 25 lost heat(snitching)A gave up luis, and said it wasnt worth itThe cnn drug circuit, (yo) blind foldPass the gray tape, regulate, cowboy rope strappedTo the chair, stay there, he just a power rangerThat snitched on me while in dangerNoreaga, treat that ass like a strangerYo - yo yo -ChorusStick you, and him too - you and you(***** ass nigga)Got you back, got you backWe got you back - from sellin that fake yak
