Who Sang Stick and Move? The Dayton Family

The Dayton Family F.B.I. cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1996-9-24
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Gangsta
length: 5:59
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 ****in' guys every ****in' time that happens! I
told you ****az to Stick N Move N get tha **** outta there.
I see lots of people gots to die tonight **** (Fading).
(Bootleg) Part 2, 19 mutha****in 96, Bootleg tha
mutha****in' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my ***** Shoestring, gonna
Stick N Move & bust up yo *** 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 ***** you ain't no. I've been poppin' window panes, my brain
ain't 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 ****in' wall. Murder, you *****es better
understand, **** a plan, bring tha *****es 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 *****
& no arrest. You can try yo mutha****in' best to stop a villain
on a killing spree. I'm living it so ****in' 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, 'cause I'm a ghetto champ.
Steal a quarter, & my whole neighborhood is like a prison camp,
food stamps & drug dealz is all a ***** know. Strut & Kokane,
got me addicted ***** pass tha blow. Pass that. Grab my glock
to make my getaway smooth. Close your eyez, no surprise, *****
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, ***** 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. Mutha****a
don't make me bust ya, buck ya down. Quick to bury your *** &
then I bust some, whut tha **** you quick to put it down N away.
Silencers be equipped so mutha****a 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 **** &
dashes, move away in tha caskats, fo' a murder got me breakin'
out in rashes. So we can reach N feel your ***, 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' ****in' last. I'm a killa, so
don't **** with this Grim Reaper, gonna go peep her, don't want to
hit you with this street sweeper. Down where I'm callin, *****z
sellin' now you swellin'. Put it on them *****es, 'cause they always
tellin'. Click tha stick, so we be screamin' ****-A-lot, little
state which you ain't never saw from tha straw. So whut tha ****
us hustlaz thinkin? Drinkin? Thinkin? Been thinkin better ****
your mutha. **** that ***** with Shoestring. Slap it across your
hands & watch ya screamin' my polos bloody, my case was lookin'
kinda muddy. Stub with this bald head, **** you dred, leave you
dead, through tha swamp. I'm so high, *****in, tension, still kickin'
slim ****. S to tha H to tha O-E String 96 puttin' trix playin'
duece with dicks off that ***. So skutch me as I drop my grooves
as I pop that clip ***** lots. Stick N Move...
CHORUS
(Ghetto E) Ughhh, rat a tat to tha tat, I'm gonna
take him out his misery. Put his *** 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 ****, 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
mutha****in' 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 *****z 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 **** is smooth. Makin' money to get paid, Eric Dorseys on
tha move.
CHORUS

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 79 and Halstead
  • 2 Hand That Rocks the Cradle
  • 3 F.B.I.
  • 4 Real With This
  • 5 Player Haters (feat. Esham)
  • 6 Eyes Closed
  • 7 Whats on My Mind II
  • 8 Killer G's
  • 9 Posse Is Dayton Ave.
  • 10 Bloodbath
  • 11 Newspaper
  • 12 Stick and Move
  • 13 Ghetto

  • Release information
    label: Relativity Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 5099748673428
    script: Latin