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Wicked!
Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the style, and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act you knew, but I got everybody jumping to the voodoo. You wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the
Ready to buck, buck, buck, but it's a to duck, duck, duck, before I bust ya, looking for the one did it. You want my vote, no never gonna get it, cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills, and I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills. at the pad just chillin', Larry just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That nigger done past me the pill, and I slam it like Shaquille O'Neal. Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that test tube baby, it...
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to on their fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll on your fire
Don't say nothing listen, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison. You my way you get served, still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, seen with a grin, going flat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around, all you see is big black boots steppin', use my toe as a weapon. And awfully quiet you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick. Ah, but that's nasty, 'cause I got a body count like Ice-T. in New York I get them skins, and I ain't about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket signs, you know all funky ass wisdom picket budget talking.
'Cause I get Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll on your fire
People wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm at the window like Malcolm. Ready to bring that noise and going to get like the Ghetto Boyz. December 29th was power to the people, you see a sequel, 'cause police got equal pay, a horse is a pig that don't fly straight. I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm with the pilgrims, I'm through the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...
'Cause I get Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on fire Yes I Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire But now I'm in face, so you'll keep on your fire