| Ay yo Stick man, shit is fucked up!
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| (Who the fuck this?)
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| It’s fuckin Fredro man!
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| (Yo yo yo, turn the muthafuckin music down god.)
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| It’s my fuckin word, Sticky, man!
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| (Yo what’s up nigga?)
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| Muthafuckas wetted everything out there
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| (What the fuck you talkin about?)
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| Muthafuckas is dead, son!
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| (Yo yo, calm down nigga, calm down!)
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| Word to fuckin mother man!
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| (Just tell me what happened, god.)
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| It had to be about eight o’clock (Uh huh, uh huh)
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| When niggas sprayed the block, it’s mad hot
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| Yo half the spot got locked
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| (What? Who got shot?)
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| My little nigga Bill from down the hill
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| We had a one three five
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| I heard he might not survive (Aw, damn)
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| He caught one in his leg
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| Two shots hit him in his upper (What?)
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| Part of his chest, two inches above his vest
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| Heard you next (I'm next?)
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| That’s the word in the projects
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| (What? Them niggas ain’t no threat
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| They’ll whole set’ll get wet
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| Yo go get the AK, and my two nines with the silencers
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| And at seven thirty, y’all niggas meet me at Veronica’s)
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| Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga I’m out
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| Yo yo Stick hold up, yo yo yo Stick, talk to Son
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| (Aight, aight) Don’t even wet that done, yo I’m bringin mad guns
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| {Ay yo Stick, that’s my word
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| It might be them niggas from Riverside
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| Cuz I heard they knew somethin
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| About how my little nigga died}
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| (Who who, little Dave with the red car?)
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| {Yeah, he had beef up there
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| With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
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| With the scar by his head}
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| (Aight aight, get the big shit, no bullshit, it’s time to flip
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| And I’ll see y’all niggas later, be safe)
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| Then they jumped in the Expo
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| Aiyyo Son slow down, we got mad techs yo
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| Fuck that I’m vexed yo!
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| Yeah I know, I know but chill, let alone and chill
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| We meet the gods so we can bill on these niggas for real
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| It was a half an hour drive 'fore they finally arrive
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| Veronica came to the door, she smiled and said
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| Hi, hi! |
| Step inside, get out the rain get dry
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| Sticky’s in the back playing pool by the sauna
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| We stepped in the back all I smelled was marijuana
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| (Yo what’s up?) Yo nigga what’s up
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| (You know I don’t give a fuck
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| Them niggas time’s up
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| You got them two nines or what?)
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| No doubt, I bought it all out
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| (Ay yo yo yo, chill let’s play it smart
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| And catch em by surprise
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| We’ll do it on the ninjas
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| In the mornin before the sunrise
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| Ay yo Veronica, *Yes?* yo gimme some beers
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| And cook me some food, I’m starvin)
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| Yo Stick, what’s up with this bitch?
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| (I'm startin to like this chick)
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| Yo she a bad bitch
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| (Yo fuck it, rack it up
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| C’mon lemme bust your ass
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| Nine ball)
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| Yeah aight, put your money where your mouth is
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| Winner take all
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| {Ay yo, I got next, pass me a Beck’s and a philly
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| Cuz this L we bout to puff is for my nigga Billy}
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| A hour passed
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| (See? She know I’m the damn boss)
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| You guys enjoy your meal*
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| Ay yo this food is slammin, god
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| She cook like she black
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| (Yeah, and after this I’mma go upstairs and tear out her back)
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| Ok, alright*
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| (Veronica? *Huh?* Who was that?)
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| (C'mere my little freak dog, why you lookin so sad?
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| You want daddy to cheer you up?
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| You know you like when I spank you
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| So bend over by the bedpost and grab your ankles)
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| (After three nut, then fell the fuck out
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| Cuz in the mornin gotta take care of this b-i
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| No doubt)
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| Wake up motherfuckers!
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| Oh shit! |
| What did I see?
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| Five niggas pointin guns at me (.?.) and Sonsee
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| Nigga get the fuck on the floor!*
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| Hit me dead in the jaw
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| With the chrome four four
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| Woke up the next mornin, couldn’t hardly sleep last night
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| Oh shit my two nines is missin, wait something ain’t right
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| Where the fuck that bitch go? |
| Damn that ho!
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| Wait, I know, that bitch in the kitchen praly makin me something to eat
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| But still wearin my heat
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| Fuck it I’mma wake these niggas up so we can go hit the street
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| I went downstairs, couldn’t believe my eyes
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| I seen Veronica with three guys twice my size
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| They all had guns but I was gatless
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| Last thing I saw was the kid with the scar
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| And then I seen blackness
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| Remember thinkin', how the fuck they know?
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| Oh, Veronica
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| Oh, Veronica, Veronica |