Stick You

Lyrics

[Production by Naughty Shorts] [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 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) [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 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'? [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... [Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi & (Noreaga)] From 41-12, to the U.S.A. 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) [Verse 2: Capone & Tragedy Khadafi] 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 bring the A.K. so y'all can hold me down A'ight, kiko, I'mma meet you in a hour, keep the Free-Power close Gotta get dunn, 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 [Hook: Tragedy Khadafi & (Noreaga)] This ain't your ordinary shhh thug shhh that you used to Q.U. (We stick you, we supposed to) Not your ordinary shhh thug shhh that you used to Q.U. (We stick you) [Verse 3: Noreaga] 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 [Hook: Tragedy Khadafi & (Noreaga)] This ain't your ordinary shhh thug shhh that you used to Q.U. (We stick you, we supposed to) Not your ordinary shhh thug shhh that you used to Q.U. (We stick you) [Outro: Noreaga & (Capone)] 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