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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 kickin' rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. Drop I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the
Ready to buck, buck, buck, but a must to duck, duck, duck, before I ya, looking for the one that did it. You want my vote, no your gonna get it, cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills, and I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills. Sittin' at the pad chillin', Parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That nigger done past me the pill, and I slam dunk it like O'Neal. Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that tube baby, take it...
'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 your face, so keep on your fire
Don't say nothing just listen, got me a plan to Tyson out of prison. You going my way you get served, still got a then I bunny hop the curb. head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin, going flat frown 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 count like Ice-T. From in New York I get skins, and I ain't talking about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, picket signs, you know all this ass wisdom picket budget talking.
I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their Yes I Wicked! I told them not to on their 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 to get heavy like the Ghetto Boyz. December was power to the people, you might just see a sequel, 'cause 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 down the pilgrims, I'm through the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...
'Cause I get Wicked! I them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their Yes I Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on fire