Capone-N-Noreaga, Tragedy Khadafi - Stick You lyrics

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 it getting your shit numb? 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)

We can't just be runnin' them things

And we just gonna do it on 160, we gonna get

(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 could go 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'?

We gonna move it's raining son
They ain't gonna expect it right now
They ain't gonna expect it, son

That's what I'm sayin', I want us to get in
And get the fuck out

From 41-12, to the USA building in Iraq
My crew bust back, we're cap peelin'
You're through dealin'
In a box with no feelin' informer type
That's what you get for squealin'
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 to 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
Holdin' the chrome with gorilla grip
Sing Sing, straight convict
Strap the door, C-4, detonatin' shhh
Blow the spot
Don't give a fuck who you go and get
We want the yayo
And the cash that's in the stash
Strip his Tommy drawers, yo
Check the crack of his ass
(Yo, 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)

Akasi, three and a quarter, Arab Nazi
Me and shorty from the Mecca
Havin' a session play the Shark Bar
Sippin' on French connection
On the rocks, son, hit me on the box
Time to hit the spot
Regulate the whole fuckin' block
Grab the gray tape, gag his mouth
Leave him for the rats
Stuck him for the yayo
Couldn't get the money back so where you at?
Meet me Uptown, by the Polo Grounds
Strapped with the vest
Plus I got the 4-pound tell Caduece
(Tell who?) , bring the AK (Wha?)
So y'all can hold me down
Aight kiko, I'mma 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
Lookin' for that rich Dominican with
That gold Ac' vigor
Chico, he got perico, little do he know
We stickin' him for all of his dough, nigga

(Tragedy) This ain't your oridinary sh thug
Sh that you used to, qU
(Noreaga) We stick you, we supposed to
(Tragedy) Not your ordinary sh thug
Sh that you used to, qU
(Noreaga) We stick you

Yo, yo, for years
I been buyin' my coke from the same cat
Jheri Curl nigga
Dominican nigga who look Black
As I think back, transform coke to crack
Yo, amigo, him and Rico, they got Perico
Son, I know the spot
Like the back of my hand networked the plan
We stickin' him and his man
Workin' 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, waitin' on the benches
The cab takin' long, Dominicans comin' strong
Claimin' that it's on, from dusk 'til dawn
We right across the street, they don't see us
A yo, our Cuban disguise
It got us lookin' like we Jesus
Inshallah, we flee the spot mega far
Jump up in Willy car
And scream "Alhumdu Allah!"
25 people lost sleep
The other 25 lost heat snitchin'
And gave up Luis
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


Stick you, and him too, yeah, you and you
(Bitch ass nigga) got you back, got you back
We got you back, from sellin' that fake yak