
Sticky Icky Situation Anybody Killa (Ft. Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Esham & Violent J)
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[Intro: Violent J]
ABK, come on!
[Verse 1: Anybody Killa & Violent J]
My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothin'
So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him
Sometimes I feel like a nut (What?)
Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks
I hear voices tellin' me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to live through it?
Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much (Yup), cause I choke too much? (Uh-huh)
Are you mad, 'cause I keep stealin' your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up
Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff (Always)
Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high
Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!)
Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up!)
Sandwich bag filled up like you ain't got enough
Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy
Cause when a drought comes, he might be your main supply
Me and J steady smokin' pounds
So at least have a sack when you see us around (Bitch!)
Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts
So unlock yo Ziploc and let me grab us a spliff
ABK, come on!
[Verse 1: Anybody Killa & Violent J]
My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothin'
So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him
Sometimes I feel like a nut (What?)
Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks
I hear voices tellin' me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to live through it?
Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much (Yup), cause I choke too much? (Uh-huh)
Are you mad, 'cause I keep stealin' your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up
Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff (Always)
Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high
Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!)
Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up!)
Sandwich bag filled up like you ain't got enough
Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy
Cause when a drought comes, he might be your main supply
Me and J steady smokin' pounds
So at least have a sack when you see us around (Bitch!)
Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts
So unlock yo Ziploc and let me grab us a spliff
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