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Dayton Family F.b.i. Stick N Move (talking) {bootleg}i got some bad news for you tony. {tony}whut choo got? {bootleg}we lost the whole shipment. {tony}whut you mean, we lost the whole shipment. {bootleg}the columbian drug cartel Intercepted the whole Shipment. {tony}those fuckin' guys, every fuckin' thing to happen! 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 me but bitch you aint no I've been poppin' window panes, my brain aint tha same no mo' Living 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 watchin' me box with a deadman Load tha ak, spot a family & kill 'em all. Take a butcher knife, & spill some blood at tha fuckin' morgue It's murder You bitches better understand Motherfuck a plan, i'm gunning tha bitches down right where they stand Homey should've ran, but then again i wouldn't advice you to Cuz a 44 is good to go when i'm busting caps at fools Sendin' you hoes to school Well fuck the books n desks No description or police sketch, you bitch & no arrest You can try yo muthafuckin' best to stop a villian on a killing spree Living is so fuckin' hard & dying is so easy to be Murder to tha first degree-demi, gotta represent Kill for dead presidents, in flint is sweet like peppermint You'll never find my fingerprints, so watch me getaway Murder victom found, killer though, free to strike another day Up-up and away, to get some yahjl back where i stay Tha fedz are like mosquitos empty needles alley ways I'm goin' to tha thang, take tha pain, i'm a ghetto champ There's no court of law, my whole neighborhood's a prison camp, Food stamps & drug dealz is all a nigga know Strut & kokane got me addicted nigga pass tha blow Coming in ya spot with my glock to make my getaway smooth Nigga close your eyez, no surprise, bitch boom! Another 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) a giggerdy gangsta from tha streets, so muthafucka dont make me bust ya Buck ya down, quick to bury your ass & then i'll bust some Like the fuckin' terror that's on the quick to put ya town away A silencers on the tip so muthafucka there be no sound today I'm taking you niggaz to war, so playa haters lock ya door An ak 47 leaved his brains up on tha floor A killa riddlin' fuckin' around and frontin' about his stashes 3 killaz with masses, all we leave is ashes. Take ya shit & dashes, now of in a cascets The fever fo' a murder got me breakin' out in rashes So hide your watch-n-rings, cuz shoot and fill ya ass up with holes Reachin' fo' ya clothes, ain't no marbles on ya toes Stretchin' niggas out like limo's and creepin' down my block Shoestring got a glock, can you follow us wanted by hollow point shots? Hmmm, betta watch yo ass, a killaz creepin' up from tha past My finger's fast, & you just saw ya fuckin' last Shoestring's a killa, so dont fuck with this grim reaper Mo' cloud than a beeper, and i hit you with this street sweeper Down where i'm dwelling, niggaz sellin' and i go swellin' Put snitches in ditches, cuz them bitches, they always tellin' My click is thick, so we be screamin' "fuck the law" Creep mental state as three killaz you aint never saw Not from the shore so whut tha fuck the sources thinkin? Must stop the drinkin? and dankin'? i'm-a-leave you stinkin' Better fuck your mutha, than fuckin' that nigga, that shoestring Cut off ya hands & all i want bitches? the rocks and rings My polo's bloody, my case was lookin' kinda muddy Step with this bald head, fuck you dread, leave him dead Rolling trough tha stocks, i'm so high, fillin' that bitch in Looking through that tension, still kickin' flint shit S to tha h to tha o-e-s-t-r-i-n-g 96 pullin' tricks ridin' the duece with them dicks Out tha ass. so 'xcuse me as i dust my grooves I'm diggin ya chick my pocket's thick, nigga it's time to stick n move... Chorus (ghetto e) ughhh, rattat to tha tattat, i'm-a-take 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 Uh, get on your toes, knock you off your feet) Game i peep. i did not know him, but i met him and now i got him Mask to mask took my shit off, and then i shot him Left him bloody with no money. cut his pocket Grab my glock cocked it, seen his head, popped it, dropped it Now i was rollin' like a muthafuckin' bowling ball. (you sendin' up who? you sendin' him where?) I'm sending him to tha graveyard No time to play, eric dorsey's on another mission I called up jody, he be coldin' police in tha kitchen Them niggaz talkin', conversation kept him on tha phone Killa gone grabbed my chrome, i'm in his home. Let's get him gone, put him in a headlock till i heard him choke. So i used my kane, whip & slit his throat Creeped up on jody, jody's dead, now this shit is smooth Got away with the money and the gang, eric dorseys on a stick-n-move! Chorus |
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