Dayton Family Stick N Move Lyrics

Stick N Move Lyrics

(Talking)
{Bootleg}I got some bad news for you Tony.
{Tony}Whut choo
got?
{Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment.
{Tony}Whut you
mean?
{Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment. The Columbian Drug
Cartel
intercepted the whole
shipment.
{Tony}Those fuckin' guys every
fuckin' time that happens! I
told you fuckaz to Stick N Move N get tha fuck
outta there.
I see lots of people gots to die tonight fuck
(Fading).
(Bootleg) Part 2, 19 muthafuckin 96, Bootleg tha
muthafuckin'
rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna
Stick N Move & bust up yo
ass fo' tha 9 6
My memories get haunted by events in tha past, had an outlet
to
be free from dirty visions at last. A brothaz out here stalking,
but
bitch you aint no. I've been poppin' window panes, my brain
aint tha same no
more, movin' just like a criminal, but my mind
still carries me. I'm seeing
the bloody images of tha tools that
bury me. Skeletons they walk with me,
while holding my right hand.
My mother be weepin' N cryin' while I box with
a deadman. Loc
tha AK, spot a family & kill 'em all. Take a butcher knife,
&
spill some blood on tha fuckin' wall. Murder, you bitches
better
understand, fuck a plan, bring tha bitches down right where
they
stand. If you ever do that again, I wouldn't advice you to. 44
is
good to go when I'm busting caps at fools. Takin' you hoes to
school. The
books N desks, no crooks or police sketch. You bitch
& no arrest. You can
try yo muthafuckin' best to stop a villian
on a killing spree. I'm living it
so fuckin' hard & so easy.
Murder to tha first degree, gotta represent
dividend, president,
flint, is sweet to me like peppermint. You'll never
find my
fingerprints, so watch me getaway, murder victom, killer
though,
free to strike another day. Hurryed to runaway, to get some
Yahjl
back where I stay, tha fedz are like mosquitos in tha alley
way.
I'm goin' to tha thang, take tha pain, cuz I'm a ghetto champ.
Steal
a quarter, & my whole neighborhood is like a prison camp,
food stamps & drug
dealz is all a nigga know. Strut & Kokane,
got me addicted nigga pass tha
blow. Pass that. Grab my glock
to make my getaway smooth. Close your eyez,
no surprise, bitch
boom. Stick N Move...
CHORUS Mov'n N Mov'n out, take
that cocaine out your house,
sight that any. Here no evil see no evil, bitch
N I done got away.
Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house, sight
that any.
Here no evil, see no evil, bit
(Shoestring) Gangsta from tha
streets. Muthafucka
dont make me bust ya, buck ya down. Quick to bury your
ass &
then I bust some, whut tha fuck you quick to put it down N
away.
Silencers be equipped so muthafucka there be no sound today.
Bring
you to war, so playa haters lock ya door. AK 47 locstas
case up off tha
floor. Riddlin' bout not can bout all tha stashes.
3 killaz with masses, all
we leave is ashes. Take ya shit &
dashes, move away in tha caskats, fo' a
murder got me breakin'
out in rashes. So we can reach N feel your ass, like
hoes reachin'
fo' ya clothes, ain't no rump fo' ya toes. People with ammo
is
creepin' down my block, str8'n with a glock, followed by a
hollow
point shot. Betta watch yo aaass, a killaz creepin' up from
tha
past, finger fast, & you be seein' fuckin' last. I'm a killa, so
dont
fuck with this Grim Reaper, gonna go peep her, don't wanna
hit you with this
street sweeper. Down where I'm callin, niggaz
sellin' now you swellin'. Put
it on them bitches, cuz they always
tellin'. Click tha stick, so we be
screamin' Fuck-A-lot, little
state which you aint never saw from tha straw.
So whut tha fuck
us hustlaz thinkin? Drinkin? Thinkin? Been thinkin better
fuck
your mutha. Fuck that nigga with Shoestring. Slap it across
your
hands & watch ya screamin' my polos bloody, my case was
lookin'
kinda muddy. Stub with this bald head, fuck you dred, leave
you
dead, thru tha swamp. I'm so high, bitchin, tension, still
kickin'
slim shit. S to tha H to tha O-E String 96 puttin' trix
playin'
duece with dicks off that ass. So skutch me as I drop my
grooves
as I pop that clip nigga lots. Stick N Move...
CHORUS
(Ghetto
E) Ughhh, rat a tat to tha tat, I'm gonna
take him out his misery. Put his
ass in a box & leave him as a
memory. See when you sleep, that's when we
creep. Get on your
toes, knock you off your feet, damn, beep, N damn I peep.
then
I know him or I, so I got him. Master Mass took my shit, then I
shot
him. Left him bloody with no money. Cut his pocket, cocked,
seen his head,
dropped it, popped it. Now I was rollin' like a
muthafuckin' bowling ball.
Who's 10 whut? I'm sending him to tha
graveyard. Time to play, Eric Dorseys
on another mission, I called
him Tony, Cody's in tha kitchen. Them niggaz
talkin', conversation
on tha phone. Killa gone grabbed my chrome, I'm in his
home.
That get it gone, put him in a headlock till I heard him choke.
So I
used my kane, whip & slit his throat. Jody Jody's dead, now
this shit is
smooth. Makin' money to get paid, Eric Dorseys on
tha move.
CHORUS