{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