Not Stick You Part 2 Lyrics
| Song | Not Stick You Part 2 |
| Artist | Capone-N-Noreaga |
| Album | Lessons (Deluxe Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (phone ringing, Noreaga speaking with unknown woman) | |
| Who the **** is that | |
| Ayo, pass my phone | |
| Those b*****s calling you now? | |
| It ain’t no joke. No b*****s even got my number | |
| [Noreaga] | |
| See I was wakin’ up | |
| Out of my sleep, holdin’ my heat | |
| Got a call from Khadafi sayin’ “Call me back Papi" | |
| I rushed to the bathroom to bust me a leak | |
| Charged my phone for a second ‘cause I knew it was deep | |
| I know Trag, and Trag ain’t afraid of no beef | |
| But he ****s with bottom-feeders and them niggas is creeps (True) | |
| Called him back, he ain’t answer, I got a little worried | |
| Text messaged him quick, said “Call me back, hurry!" | |
| I rolled a blunt and I tried to relax | |
| This nigga put me on, gotta show him love, that’s facts | |
| Phone rang, and I picked up, like “What up slime?" | |
| [Tragedy Khadafi] | |
| Peace god, I’m in Miami, don’t take it in vain | |
| On Biscayne with three Italian b*****s goin' insane | |
| [Noreaga] | |
| I said god, no disrespect, while I’m smokin’ this joint | |
| But it’s late night, nigga gotta get to the point | |
| [Tragedy Khadafi] | |
| Won't make a long story longer, so I’ll cut to the chase | |
| ****ing with the boss wife, the b***h showed me the safe | |
| [Noreaga] | |
| It ain’t a shock, I got some Haitian niggas out in Opa-Locka | |
| And some goons up in Overtown, they’ll do it proper | |
| But the thing is, they don’t wanna what they work for | |
| They just wanna kill shit | |
| Niggas never out of line, they just wanna kill shit | |
| [Tragedy Khadafi] | |
| Real talk, real spit gorilla shit in my crib | |
| I g’ed her for the combination and I saw bout nine | |
| I ain’t talkin’ [???], this is actual facts | |
| Matter of fact, I’ma boomerang ‘Pone on this Jack | |
| [Capone] | |
| Aura | |
| [Tragedy Khadafi] | |
| Ayo slime, what up man? I’m boomeranging you, man, ‘cause I got off the phone with the Deuce and all that. (Aight, what he saying?) You know slime on this good guy shit. I got three b*****s, I got three bangin’ Italian b*****s, nigga. Look, we can bring this shit back, forward and all that, the aura’s gracious | |
| One b***h is from Star Island, my nigga. The other b***h? She from mother****ing Coconut Grove. And the b***h I’m ****ing wit’, feel me, she from mother****ing Golden Beach, son | |
| This shit is poppin’, my nigga (Whassup?!) | |
| Word is born, I need you | |
| [Capone] | |
| Aight | |
| Got some niggas in the Grove | |
| Gun stay hot as the stove | |
| My Little Haiti niggas out of control | |
| All they need is a whereabout to air it out | |
| Escape to the stash house in West Palm | |
| Chill Mahdi, you know we do this best calm | |
| Word to my left arm | |
| You my right hand | |
| We in it for life, fam | |
| Just give me the address | |
| My niggas right there in a white van | |
| I spoke to Cadeuce | |
| He was like, damn, slime caught up in a light jam | |
| I be there in a minute | |
| My mind zonin’, thinkin’ 'bout all of them stacks | |
| Made a call to my [???] had to give ‘em my facts | |
| Rich boss and my nigga ****ing his wife | |
| He know where the safe at | |
| But yo, we gotta thug ‘em tonight | |
| Here’s the game plan, she gonna let him know when his plane land | |
| And text slime the code to the gate and the door | |
| You could hide in the closet ‘cause the safe in the floor" | |
| Fast forward ‘bout nine PM | |
| He pulled up in a lime BM | |
| Puffin’ a Cuban cigar | |
| Made his way to the boro and the door’s ajar | |
| My nigga hopped out, threw the heat to his face | |
| Said | |
| “Me nah wan’ hurt you, bwoy | |
| Where the key to the safe?" | |
| He gave it up quick | |
| Lookin’ at these niggas with dreads | |
| Knowin’ one false move they probably fill him with lead | |
| Took the bread, hopped back in the whip | |
| In about 45 minutes met the whole team back on the strip | |
| Split the loot up - 85 racks apiece | |
| We got it in, my niggas | |
| Now let’s feast |
| phone ringing, Noreaga speaking with unknown woman | |
| Who the is that | |
| Ayo, pass my phone | |
| Those b s calling you now? | |
| It ain' t no joke. No b s even got my number | |
| Noreaga | |
| See I was wakin' up | |
| Out of my sleep, holdin' my heat | |
| Got a call from Khadafi sayin' " Call me back Papi" | |
| I rushed to the bathroom to bust me a leak | |
| Charged my phone for a second ' cause I knew it was deep | |
| I know Trag, and Trag ain' t afraid of no beef | |
| But he s with bottomfeeders and them niggas is creeps True | |
| Called him back, he ain' t answer, I got a little worried | |
| Text messaged him quick, said " Call me back, hurry!" | |
| I rolled a blunt and I tried to relax | |
| This nigga put me on, gotta show him love, that' s facts | |
| Phone rang, and I picked up, like " What up slime?" | |
| Tragedy Khadafi | |
| Peace god, I' m in Miami, don' t take it in vain | |
| On Biscayne with three Italian b s goin' insane | |
| Noreaga | |
| I said god, no disrespect, while I' m smokin' this joint | |
| But it' s late night, nigga gotta get to the point | |
| Tragedy Khadafi | |
| Won' t make a long story longer, so I' ll cut to the chase | |
| ing with the boss wife, the b h showed me the safe | |
| Noreaga | |
| It ain' t a shock, I got some Haitian niggas out in OpaLocka | |
| And some goons up in Overtown, they' ll do it proper | |
| But the thing is, they don' t wanna what they work for | |
| They just wanna kill shit | |
| Niggas never out of line, they just wanna kill shit | |
| Tragedy Khadafi | |
| Real talk, real spit gorilla shit in my crib | |
| I g' ed her for the combination and I saw bout nine | |
| I ain' t talkin' ???, this is actual facts | |
| Matter of fact, I' ma boomerang ' Pone on this Jack | |
| Capone | |
| Aura | |
| Tragedy Khadafi | |
| Ayo slime, what up man? I' m boomeranging you, man, ' cause I got off the phone with the Deuce and all that. Aight, what he saying? You know slime on this good guy shit. I got three b s, I got three bangin' Italian b s, nigga. Look, we can bring this shit back, forward and all that, the aura' s gracious | |
| One b h is from Star Island, my nigga. The other b h? She from mother ing Coconut Grove. And the b h I' m ing wit', feel me, she from mother ing Golden Beach, son | |
| This shit is poppin', my nigga Whassup?! | |
| Word is born, I need you | |
| Capone | |
| Aight | |
| Got some niggas in the Grove | |
| Gun stay hot as the stove | |
| My Little Haiti niggas out of control | |
| All they need is a whereabout to air it out | |
| Escape to the stash house in West Palm | |
| Chill Mahdi, you know we do this best calm | |
| Word to my left arm | |
| You my right hand | |
| We in it for life, fam | |
| Just give me the address | |
| My niggas right there in a white van | |
| I spoke to Cadeuce | |
| He was like, damn, slime caught up in a light jam | |
| I be there in a minute | |
| My mind zonin', thinkin' ' bout all of them stacks | |
| Made a call to my ??? had to give ' em my facts | |
| Rich boss and my nigga ing his wife | |
| He know where the safe at | |
| But yo, we gotta thug ' em tonight | |
| Here' s the game plan, she gonna let him know when his plane land | |
| And text slime the code to the gate and the door | |
| You could hide in the closet ' cause the safe in the floor" | |
| Fast forward ' bout nine PM | |
| He pulled up in a lime BM | |
| Puffin' a Cuban cigar | |
| Made his way to the boro and the door' s ajar | |
| My nigga hopped out, threw the heat to his face | |
| Said | |
| " Me nah wan' hurt you, bwoy | |
| Where the key to the safe?" | |
| He gave it up quick | |
| Lookin' at these niggas with dreads | |
| Knowin' one false move they probably fill him with lead | |
| Took the bread, hopped back in the whip | |
| In about 45 minutes met the whole team back on the strip | |
| Split the loot up 85 racks apiece | |
| We got it in, my niggas | |
| Now let' s feast |
| phone ringing, Noreaga speaking with unknown woman | |
| Who the is that | |
| Ayo, pass my phone | |
| Those b s calling you now? | |
| It ain' t no joke. No b s even got my number | |
| Noreaga | |
| See I was wakin' up | |
| Out of my sleep, holdin' my heat | |
| Got a call from Khadafi sayin' " Call me back Papi" | |
| I rushed to the bathroom to bust me a leak | |
| Charged my phone for a second ' cause I knew it was deep | |
| I know Trag, and Trag ain' t afraid of no beef | |
| But he s with bottomfeeders and them niggas is creeps True | |
| Called him back, he ain' t answer, I got a little worried | |
| Text messaged him quick, said " Call me back, hurry!" | |
| I rolled a blunt and I tried to relax | |
| This nigga put me on, gotta show him love, that' s facts | |
| Phone rang, and I picked up, like " What up slime?" | |
| Tragedy Khadafi | |
| Peace god, I' m in Miami, don' t take it in vain | |
| On Biscayne with three Italian b s goin' insane | |
| Noreaga | |
| I said god, no disrespect, while I' m smokin' this joint | |
| But it' s late night, nigga gotta get to the point | |
| Tragedy Khadafi | |
| Won' t make a long story longer, so I' ll cut to the chase | |
| ing with the boss wife, the b h showed me the safe | |
| Noreaga | |
| It ain' t a shock, I got some Haitian niggas out in OpaLocka | |
| And some goons up in Overtown, they' ll do it proper | |
| But the thing is, they don' t wanna what they work for | |
| They just wanna kill shit | |
| Niggas never out of line, they just wanna kill shit | |
| Tragedy Khadafi | |
| Real talk, real spit gorilla shit in my crib | |
| I g' ed her for the combination and I saw bout nine | |
| I ain' t talkin' ???, this is actual facts | |
| Matter of fact, I' ma boomerang ' Pone on this Jack | |
| Capone | |
| Aura | |
| Tragedy Khadafi | |
| Ayo slime, what up man? I' m boomeranging you, man, ' cause I got off the phone with the Deuce and all that. Aight, what he saying? You know slime on this good guy shit. I got three b s, I got three bangin' Italian b s, nigga. Look, we can bring this shit back, forward and all that, the aura' s gracious | |
| One b h is from Star Island, my nigga. The other b h? She from mother ing Coconut Grove. And the b h I' m ing wit', feel me, she from mother ing Golden Beach, son | |
| This shit is poppin', my nigga Whassup?! | |
| Word is born, I need you | |
| Capone | |
| Aight | |
| Got some niggas in the Grove | |
| Gun stay hot as the stove | |
| My Little Haiti niggas out of control | |
| All they need is a whereabout to air it out | |
| Escape to the stash house in West Palm | |
| Chill Mahdi, you know we do this best calm | |
| Word to my left arm | |
| You my right hand | |
| We in it for life, fam | |
| Just give me the address | |
| My niggas right there in a white van | |
| I spoke to Cadeuce | |
| He was like, damn, slime caught up in a light jam | |
| I be there in a minute | |
| My mind zonin', thinkin' ' bout all of them stacks | |
| Made a call to my ??? had to give ' em my facts | |
| Rich boss and my nigga ing his wife | |
| He know where the safe at | |
| But yo, we gotta thug ' em tonight | |
| Here' s the game plan, she gonna let him know when his plane land | |
| And text slime the code to the gate and the door | |
| You could hide in the closet ' cause the safe in the floor" | |
| Fast forward ' bout nine PM | |
| He pulled up in a lime BM | |
| Puffin' a Cuban cigar | |
| Made his way to the boro and the door' s ajar | |
| My nigga hopped out, threw the heat to his face | |
| Said | |
| " Me nah wan' hurt you, bwoy | |
| Where the key to the safe?" | |
| He gave it up quick | |
| Lookin' at these niggas with dreads | |
| Knowin' one false move they probably fill him with lead | |
| Took the bread, hopped back in the whip | |
| In about 45 minutes met the whole team back on the strip | |
| Split the loot up 85 racks apiece | |
| We got it in, my niggas | |
| Now let' s feast |
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