Lyrics Stick You - Capone-N-Noreaga

Stick You

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)
Listen, listen — Yo, we gotta map this shit out, son
we can’t just be runnin’them things…
Meet us on 160 — the nigga be on 1−5-2,
and we just gonna do it on 160, we gonna get…
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'?
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
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…
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 wanna touch us So call Russ, tell him, scoop me in the Lexus
It’s all good, in the …јood, 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
(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)
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 ground
Strapped with the vest, plus I got the 4-pound
Tell Caduece (tell who?), bring the A.K.(wha?),
so y’all can hold me down
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)
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 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 †?il 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 —
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