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letra de stick n move - dayton family

(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 f-ckin’ guys, every f-ckin’ thing to happen! i
told you f-ckaz to stick n move, n get tha f-ck outta there.
i see lots of people gots to die tonight, f-ck (fading).

(bootleg) part 2, 19 m-th-f-ckin 96, bootleg tha
muthaf-ckin’ rap kapone, ghetto e, & my n-gg- shoestring, gonna
stick n move & bust up yo -ss 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 b-tch 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 bl–dy 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 f-ckin’ morgue
it’s murder
you b-tches better understand
motherf-ck a plan, i’m gunning tha b-tches 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 f-ck the books n desks
no description or police sketch, you b-tch & no arrest
you can try yo m-th-f-ckin’ best to stop a villian on a killing spree
living is so f-ckin’ 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 n-gg- know
strut & kokane got me addicted n-gg- p-ss tha blow
coming in ya spot with my glock to make my getaway smooth
n-gg- close your eyez, no surprise, b-tch 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, b-tch 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 muthaf-cka don’t make me bust ya
buck ya down, quick to bury your -ss & then i’ll bust some
like the f-ckin’ terror that’s on the quick to put ya town away
a silencers on the tip so m-th-f-cka there be no sound today
i’m taking you n-gg-z to war, so playa haters lock ya door
an ak 47 leaved his brains up on tha floor
a killa riddlin’ f-ckin’ around and frontin’ about his stashes
3 killaz with m-sses, all we leave is ashes.
take ya sh-t & 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 -ss up with holes
reachin’ fo’ ya clothes, ain’t no marbles on ya toes
stretchin’ n-gg-s 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 -ss, a killaz creepin’ up from tha past
my finger’s fast, & you just saw ya f-ckin’ last
shoestring’s a killa, so don’t f-ck with this grim reaper
mo’ cloud than a beeper, and i hit you with this street sweeper
down where i’m dwelling, n-gg-z sellin’ and i go swellin’
put snitches in ditches, cuz them b-tches, they always tellin’
my click is thick, so we be screamin’ “f-ck the law”
creep mental state as three killaz you aint never saw
not from the sh-r- so whut tha f-ck the sources thinkin?
must stop the drinkin? and dankin’? i’m-a-leave you stinkin’
better f-ck your m-th-, than f-ckin’ that n-gg-, that shoestring
cut off ya hands & all i want b-tches? the rocks and rings
my polo’s bl–dy, my case was lookin’ kinda muddy
step with this bald head, f-ck you dread, leave him dead
rolling trough tha stocks, i’m so high, fillin’ that b-tch in
looking through that tension, still kickin’ flint sh-t
s to tha h to tha o-e-s-t-r-i-n-g 96 pullin’ tricks ridin’ the duece with them d-cks
out tha -ss. so ‘xcuse me as i dust my grooves
i’m diggin ya chick my pocket’s thick, n-gg- 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 -ss 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 sh-t off, and then i shot him
left him bl–dy with no money. cut his pocket
grab my glock c-cked it, seen his head, popped it, dropped it
now i was rollin’ like a m-th-f-ckin’ 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 n-gg-z 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 sh-t is smooth
got away with the money and the gang, eric dorseys on a stick-n-move!
chorus

- dayton family

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