Stick You - Capone-N-Noreaga
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
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
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
Grab the gray tape,
gag his mouth,
leave him for the rats
Stuck him for the yay-yo
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,
bring the A.K.
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
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
This ain't your oridinary
sh thug sh,
that you used to, Q.U
We stick you, we supposed to
Not your ordinary sh thug
sh that you used to, Q.U
We stick you
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 Perico
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
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
A gave up Luis,
and said it wasn't worth it
The CNN drug circuit,
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
This ain't your oridinary
sh thug sh,
that you used to, Q.U
We stick you, we supposed to
Not your ordinary sh thug
sh that you used to, Q.U
We stick you
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
- 专辑：The War Report
- 歌手：Capone-N-Noreaga
- 歌曲：Stick You