Capone-N-Noreaga - Stick You (ft. Tragedy Khadafi) - Lyrics

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Listen, read the lyrics, stream, mp3 download, stream "Stick You" by Capone-N-Noreaga featuring Tragedy Khadafi.

The song was produced by Naughty Shorts.

It's important to preserve and remember the many hip-hop classics that have graced us throughout the years, and while many have come to be widely recognized within the canon, there are some that consistently fly under the radar.

As it happens, Capone-N-Noreaga's The War Report has officially celebrated its twenty-third birthday, a milestone that did not go unnoticed by N.O.R.E.

" Took me 6 months after to finally stop selling drugs haha," he captions, alongside a picture of the album cover.

"Congrats I would like to thank me!!!" While The War Report is lined with hard-hitting and grimy street classics throughout, there's something about "Stick You" that stands out.

Perhaps it's the song's cinematic quality, as Capone, Noreaga, and Tragedy Khadif weave an interconnected tale enhanced by immersive sound effects and heightened attention to detail.

Perhaps it's the Naughty Shorts produced instrumental, an ominous sample paired with hard-hitting boom-bap drums, a staple of late-nineties New York rap.

Whatever the allure may be, "Stick You" stands as a relic of a lost time, one where crime narratives were the wave, vividly rendered movies without a big screen.

Happy anniversary to The War Report, a classic album that doesn't get the attention it deserves.

Capone-N-Noreaga - Stick You (ft.

Tragedy Khadafi) (prod.

Naughty Shorts) 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...

[Tragedy Khadafi] From 41-12, to the U.S.A.

buiding in Iraq My crew bust back, we're cap peeling You're through 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 (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) [Capone] Akasi, 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 [Tragedy Khadafi] Grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him for the rats Stuck him for the yay-yo couldn't get the money back [Capone] So where you at? [Tragedy Khadafi] Meet me uptown, by the Polo Grounds 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 [Capone] Aight kiko, I'mma 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 Ac' vigor Chico, he got perico, little do he know We sticking him for all of his dough(nigga) Chorus: [Tragedy] This ain't your oridinary sh thug sh, that you used to, Q.U [Noreaga] We stick you, we supposed to [Tragedy] Not your ordinary sh thug sh that you used to, Q.U [Noreaga] We stick you [Noreaga] Yo, for years I been buying 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 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 '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(snitching) And 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 - Chorus 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 Capone-N-Noreaga


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