Stick You (feat. Tragedy Khadafi)

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 feeling

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, "Scoop me in the Lexus"

It's all good in the hood, nobody know sh'

Infrared, off the roof, some old scope sh'

C-N-N, desert men, holdin' the chrome with guerrilla grip

Sing Sing, straight convict

Strap the door, C-4, detonatin' sh'

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 sh'?) Nah, kid, we on some real shit

Since we here, we might as well get all of it

Inshallah, Allahu akbar supporter

C-N-N, desert men, supreme order (Word)

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 bag

So where you at?

Meet me uptown by the Polo Grounds

Strap with the vest, plus, I got the four-pound

Tell Ca-deuce, bring the AK, so y'all can hold me down

A'ight, Kiko, I'ma meet you in a hour, keep the free power close

Gotta get done and we ghost

Met Papi in Iraq, (Huh?) the wing brought her back

Opened up the trunk and threw in the big gat

Took off, threw the skelly 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, ****

This ain't your ordinary sh', thug sh', that you used to

Kill you (We stick you, we supposed to)

Not your ordinary sh', thug sh', that you used to

Kill you (We stick you, yo)

Yo, yo (Yo), for years, I been buyin' my coke from the same cat

Jheri curl ****, Dominican **** 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-Loc, 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 to dawn

We right across the street, they don't see us

Ayo, our Cuban disguise, it got us lookin' like we Jesus

Inshallah, we flee the spot, mega far

Jump up in Willy's car and scream, "Al-hamdu Allah"

Twenty-five people lost sleep, the other twenty-five lost heat

And gave up Luis, and said it wasn't worth it

The C-N-N drug circuit

Yo, blindfold, pass the grey 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 ordinary sh', thug sh', that you used to

Kill you (We stick you, we supposed to)

Not your ordinary sh', thug sh', that you used to

Kill you (We stick you, stick you)

And him too, yeah, you and you

Bitch ass ****

Got you back, got you back

We got you back from sellin' that fake ya'