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Stick You Lyrics

Artist: Noreaga

[Tragedy Khadafi] A 41 trial, to the U.S.A. building in Iraq,
my crew bust back with cap peeling
your crew dealing, in a box with no feeling
informer type, thats what you get for squealing
it's the money or the morgue son, ready to die
black Infiniti, yo, pack the coke guy,
the co-connect, don't trust us, he wanna touch us
the car rust,tell 'em, 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 me
with the ya-o
and the cash is in the stash, drip his tommy jaws
check the crack of his ass
[Noreaga] Yo, on some homo shhh
[Tradegy Khadafi] Naw kid, we on some real shit
since we here, we might as well get all of it
its sha allah allah who act bar
sub-order, CNN, desert men supreme order
[Capone] a kassi, three and a quarter, aero nazi
me and shorty from the mecca, having a session
play the sharp bar, sipping on french connection
on the rock, son, hit me on the box
time to hit the spot, regulate the whole fucking block
[Tradegy Khadafi] grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him
for the rats
stuck him for the ya-o couldn't get the money back
[Capone] So where you at?
[Tradegy Khadafi] Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
strapped with the vest, plus i got the 4-pound
tilt the duece, bring the A K, so yall 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 pappy 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 152, now we figure,
looking for that rich dominican with that gold act vigger
chico, he got ponico, little do he know
we sticking him for all of his dough
[Tradegy Khadafi] Chorus 2x: This ain't your oridinary shhh
thug shhh, that you used to, Q.U.
[Noreaga] we stick you, we supposed to
[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, hey manwigo, that got benito
son I know the spot, like the back of my hand
networked the plan, we sticking him and his man
working zip-lock, cop 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, dominican's 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 got us looking like we Jesus
It's allah, we flee the spot mega far
jump up in willy car, and scream "uh hum dude" i laugh
25 people lost sleep, the other 25 lost heat
snitching, and gave up lois, 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
insist on me causing danger
Noreaga, treat that ass like a stranger
Chorus

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