[Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee}]
(Yo what’s up baby?)
Ay yo Stick man, shit is fucked up!
(Who the fuck this?)
It’s fuckin Fredro man!
(Yo yo yo, turn the muthafuckin music down god.)
It’s my fuckin word, Sticky, man!
(Yo what’s up nigga?)
Muthafuckas wetted everything out there.
(What the fuck you talkin about?)
Muthafuckas is dead, son!
(Yo yo, calm down nigga, calm down!)
Word to fuckin mother man!
(Just tell me what happened, god.)
It had to be about eight o’clock (Uh huh, uh huh)
When niggas sprayed the block, it’s mad hot
Yo half the spot got locked
(What? Who got shot?)
My little nigga Bill from down the hill
We had a one through five
I heard he might not survive (Aw, damn)
He caught one in his leg
Two shots hit him in his upper (What?)
Part of his chest, two inches above his vest
Heard you next (I’m next?)
That’s the word in the projects
(What? Them niggas ain’t no threat
They’ll whole set’ll get wet
Yo go get the AK, and my two nines with the silencers
And at seven thirty, y’all niggaz meet me at Veronica’s)
Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga I’m out
{Let me talk to him, let me talk to him}
Yo yo Stick hold up, yo yo yo Stick, talk to Son
(Aight, aight) Don’t even wet that done, yo I’m bringin mad guns
{Ay yo Stick, that’s my word
It might be them niggas from Riverside
Cuz I heard they knew somethin
About how my little nigga died}
(Who who, little Dave with the red car?)
{Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head}
(Aight aight, get the big shit, no bullshit, it’s time to flip
And I’ll see y’all niggas later, be safe)
{No doubt, aight kid}

Then they jumped in the Expo
Aiyyo Son slow down, we got mad techs yo
Fuck that I’m vexed yo!
Yeah I know, I know but chill, let alone and chill
We meet the gods so we can bill on these niggas for real

It was a half an hour drive ‘fore they finally arrive
Veronica came to the door, she smiled and said

[Veronica]
Hi, hi! Step inside, get out the rain get dry
Sticky’s in the back playing pool by the sauna

[Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee} *Veronica*]
We stepped in the back all I smelled was marijuana
(Yo what’s up?) Yo nigga what’s up
(You know I don’t give a fuck
Them niggas time’s up
You got them two nines or what?)
No doubt, I bought it all out
{Kid I’m ready to go to war!}
(Ay yo yo yo, chill let’s play it smart
And catch em by surprise
We’ll do it on the ninjas
In the mornin before the sunrise
Ay yo Veronica, *Yes?* yo gimme some beers
And cook me some food, I’m starvin)
*Ok, alright darlin*
Yo Stick, what’s up with this bitch?
(I’m startin to like this chick)
Yo she a bad bitch
{Yeah, plus her dad is rich}
(Yo fuck it, rack it up
C’mon lemme bust your ass
Nine ball)
Yeah aight, put your money where your mouth is
Winner take all
{Ay yo, I got next, pass me a Beck’s and a philly
Cuz this L we bout to puff is for my nigga Billy}

A hour passed

*Dinner’s ready* What’s to eat?
*I made spaghetti in clam sauce*
(See? She know I’m the damn boss)
*I’ma go upstairs and lay down
You guys enjoy your meal*
{Yo how many rooms this spot got? This crib is ill}
Ay yo this food is slammin, god
She cook like she black
(Yeah, and after this I’ma go upstairs and tear out her back)

*It’s me, Veronica. Yeah they’re all here right now
Ok, alright*
(Veronica? *Huh?* Who was that?)
*Oh, oh just my dad*
(C’mere my little freak dog, why you lookin so sad?
You want daddy to cheer you up?
You know you like when I spank you
So bend over by the bedpost and grab your ankles)

(After three nut, then fell the fuck out

Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I would have sworn that her name was Veronica

Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own
And a delicate look in her eye
These days I’m afraid she’s not even sure if her name is Veronica

CHORUS
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
Her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica

Did the days drag by, did the favors wane
Did he roam down the town all the time
Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at the door,
Reaching out for Veronica

Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica

On the “Empress of India” and as she closed her eyes upon the world
And picked upon the bones of last week’s news
She spoke his name out loud again

CHORUS

Veronica sits in her favorite chair
and she sits very quiet and still
And they call her a name that they never get right
And if they don’t then nobody else will

But she used to have a carefree mind of her own,
With a devilish look in her eye
Saying “You can call me anything you like,
But my name is Veronica”

CHORUS

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Q-Tip:
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is…
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is in effect
Check it out and give me my ‘spect

I’m movin, yes I’m groovin cuz my mouth is on the motor
Use the Coast in the mornin to avoid the funky odor
Can’t help bein funky, I’m the funky Abstract brotha
Funky in a sense, but I play the undacova
Once had a fettish, fettish for some booty
Now I’m gettin funky and my rappin, that’s my duty
Brothas tend to jock on the style in particular
If you got the ego like some brothas, then I’ll get with ya
But if I don’t pursue, then I just don’t give a (fuck)
My motto in the 90’s is be happy makin bucks
Girls love the jim, cuz it causes crazy friction
When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction
I still understand the (uh!) cuz that’s what I met her for
I’m hooked on the swings, so just call me the music whore
Women love the voice, brothas dig the lyrics
Quest the people’s choice, we thrive it for the spirit
If you can’t hear it, then get the wax utensils
Write my rhymes straight up, don’t get with no fancy stensils
The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart
Our perfection is at work, perkin up the art
If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock
Your demise is comin up and I want your man to watch
Be the prime example, I deep instilled the sample
Insignificance, here I’ll place you on the mantle
Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica
The girl I used to rock, her moms was a claker
Now what does that make her? The evil money taker?
The crazy move faker, I used that to break her

(Vinia Mojica singing in the background)
Phife is in the house, Uncle Mike is in the house
Bob Power is in the house, Tim Latham is in the house
Wise Men is in the house, Brand Nubs is in the house
The J Beez, they in the house and De La, they in the house

I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people
Please don’t be deceived by ugly slice of evil
The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you’ll thank it
Don’t move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action
The ladies of the ’90’s want more than satisfaction
They want keys and Gs, and all those illy things
If you want to, I’ll show you, just what the Ab can bring
I keep a tight net with my brothas Ken and Kenny
If the question is of rhymes, then I’ll tell ya, I got plenty
The thing that men and women need to do is stick together
Progressions can’t be made if we’re separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature
With the funky singin by Miss Vinia Mojica
So listen because the Quest is led through the underground
My people been up on Quest to long, no more will we be down
People tend to riff cuz they don’t know the mental
People tend to bug cuz their beats are hard but gentle
Afro kinda lurks through the body of this youngun’
Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and your comin to
The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm
All the goods are welcome, but if you’re a villain
I’ll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival
If flexin is your motive, then you don’t like survival
The Abstract is speakin, the hard beats is reachin
The Black and Puerto Ricans
Cuz their butt naked, streakin through the ever murky streets
Of the urbanized areas
Blastin out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria

Craig is in the house, Pete Rock is in the house
CL is in the house, Ultra Mag is in the house
Nice and Smooth is in the house, Big Daddy Kane is in the house
Beatnuts is in the house, Special Ed is in the house

Yeah(7X)
This one goes out to my man
Thanks alot Ron Carter on the bass
Yes my man

We could live in a house outside of town,
we could build our own version of society,
well…there’d be no one to answer to
and complicate our lives,
we could be
the epitome of self sufficience.
Time to pay! To pay!
Time to pay; you’ve got to pay me!
Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake?
To carry on.
Why should we carry on your false integrity?
When you’ve shown us that you
can’t even keep your nest clean.
So far we’ve put finacial gain
ahead of human needs,
quality of our lives should be prioritized.
Time to pay! To pay!
Time to pay; you’ve got to pay me!
Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake?
To carry on.
Modify your version so we can carry on.
To carry on.
To be conclusive,
I’d like to say,
you’ve done a super-fine job with your display.
I see now that you cannot comprehend
what it means to respect your life and then some!
To be rich, that would be great.
No, but it doesn’t mean POO-POO without your nest!
So why should I pay for your misake, man?
Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake?
To carry on.
Modify your version so we can carry on.
To carry on.

I can have my cherries and you can have you real
And we can screw in lava ’till the gods lick at our heels
We were born in oil a million years ago
And we can push the buttons of the come that makes us go
Makes us go, makes us go, makes us go

When I spoke with Saturn, he told me I was gone
But I can’t lick eruption when my pulls tells me it’s strong There’s a tiny little monkey, he lives inside my head
He whispers on your mind in sleeps and tucks you into bed
In your bed, in your bed, in your bed

I can smell invasion, red excited mind
I can see a general dropping into flaming pines

We just plugged forever, we just saved the day
Kiss your little self for me, everything’s ok
It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok

Aaaah…

It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok

I’ll do everything but your not that way
I’m lost around you
And you’ll do everything with the same old lies
When I can’t even try

Yea you get me high
I’m feeling so low
How far will you let me go
Yea you get me high
I’m feeling so low
I’m knocked down by the vertical

Nothing means a thing when your cold and gray
I fall behind you
I’ll make the same mistakes with the same old lies
When I can’t even fight

Yea you get me high
I’m feeling so low
How far will you let me go
Yea you get me high I’m feeling so low
I’m knocked down by the Vertigo

Yea you get me high
I’m feeling so low
How far will you let me go
Yea you get me high

Hey guys, turn it up to get sleazy.
Twist it in a vice
Nobody said it was easy.
Just use your naked eyes, oh.
How to see and how to hide it.
How to save it. Well, maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
You can take it and eat it, and chew your life supply.

Where’s the real life in your illusion?
On the dark side your power’s in confusion.
Do the dance. Do the demolition.
And lose the chance to hear when you don’t listen.

Don’t you feel edgy?
Bite your lips and bleed.
Conversation is empty;
Abandoned in the freeze.
Freedom is your condemnation.
Free to say well, maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
You can take it or leave it.
Just need a little hit tonight.

Where’s the real life in your illusion?
On the dark of power in confusion.
Do the dance. Do the demolition.
Don’t lose the chance to hear ’cause you don’t listen.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe you can try to believe it.
Just need a little help tonight.

Where’s the real life in your illusion?
On the dark side of power in confusion.
Do the dance. Do the demolition.
And lose the chance to hear when you don’t listen.

Where’s the real life in your illusion?
On the dark side of power in confusion.
Do the dance. Do the demolition.
And lose the chance to hear when you don’t listen.

Repeat for FADE:
Hear it when you listen.
You don’t hear when you don’t listen.

I am buried up to my neck in
Contradictionary lies
I take pride as the kind of illiterature
I’m very ape and very nice

If you ever need anything please don’t hesitate
to ask someone else first
I’m too busy acting like I’m not naive.
I’ve seen it all I was here first

Out of the ground
Into the sky
Out of the sky
Into he firt

I never knew how good love could be
All I’d ever known was make believe
So many times I’ve played the fool
Baby, ’til I met you
Now everything has fallen in place
You can tell by the smile on my face
For every lonely tear that I’ve cried
I’m that much satisfied

We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond

It’s so fine, fine, very fine love
How did I ever live without your love?
It’s the only thing I’m certain of
No matter what I’m going through
I know I can count on you

You are more precious to me every day
Life is better now in every way
You don’t have to lay the world at my feet
You have made my world complete

We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love, oh, oh
We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond
It’s so fine, so fine, very fine love

I’ve got no apprehensions
You’ve got the best intentions
We’ve got a, we’ve got a, we’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
A very fine
A very fine love
Very fine love, ah, ha, ooh, hoo
So fine, hey, so fine
So good, so good love

Tick tock
The moonlight’s hummin’
My finger’s on the button and my hob-nob’s drummin’
Slow down we’re moving too fast
Better wait a minute make the good times last
I’ve learned something bout livin’
You don’t get nothing if you don’t stop givin’
We both know that we got so much But there ain’t no rush
Wanna love you slowly
When you slide on down
Wanna love you slowly Turn that body round
You won’t be able to control me
When your love slow down
Wanna love you slowly slowly slowly slowly
Slowly..
Hold tight
Love is all I need I guess it’s sweeter when it’s more than just a tease
Let me hold you close enough to stick
Love is an illusion lets play that trick
Slow hand moving down my back
If you get a chance u feel my heart attack
Real love has never been a crime
Wanna take my time
Wanna love you slowly
When you slide on down
Wanna love you slowly
And turn that body round
You won’t be able to control me
When your love slow down
Wanna love you slowly slowly slowly slowly Slowly…
Aah…Oah…Uah…
Slowly…Aah…Oah…Uah…
Slowly… yeah…Aah…Oah…Uah…
If you get a chance you feel my heart attack
Aah…Oah…Uah…
Real love has never been a crime
Wanna take my time
Wanna love you slowly
When you slide on down
Wanna love you slowly
And turn that body round
You won’t be able to control me
When your love slow down
Wanna love you slowly slowly slowly slowly Slowly…
Slowly…Aah…Oah…Uah…Slowly…Aah…Oah…Uah…
Slowly… yeah…Aah…Oah…Uah…Aah…Oah…Uah…