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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 to the voodoo. You kickin' wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. Drop then slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the
Ready to buck, buck, buck, but it's a to duck, duck, duck, I bust ya, looking for the one that did it. You want my vote, no your never gonna get it, cause I'm the one the phat mad skills, and I won't choke like the Bills. Sittin' at the pad just 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 that test tube baby, take it...
'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 them not to keep on their But now I'm in your face, so keep on your fire
Don't say nothing just listen, got me a plan to break out of prison. You my way you get served, still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, chin, never seen with a happy grin, going flat cause I'm down, so take a look around, all you see is big black boots steppin', use my toe as a weapon. And it's awfully quiet you to live with this nigger, to with the stick. Ah, but nasty, 'cause I got a body count like Ice-T. From in New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork. sly, you pig, dig, listen from the flow a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom budget talking.
'Cause I get Wicked! I them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I them not to keep on their 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
People wanna know how I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm. Ready to bring that noise and going to get the Ghetto Boyz. December 29th 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 with 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 their Yes I Wicked! I them not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll on your fire