Stick You Lyrics - Capone-n-noreaga

[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 want to 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 want to 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, see-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 why'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