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Wicked!
Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come the wicked style, and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew, but I got to the voodoo. You kickin' wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. Drop then I'll ya, bang, bang, birthday for the
Ready to buck, buck, buck, but a must to duck, duck, duck, before I bust ya, looking for the one 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', Larry Parker 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 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 their Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on fire But now I'm in face, so you'll keep on your fire
Don't say just listen, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison. You going my way you get served, still got a deuce I bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never with a happy grin, going flat cause I'm down, so take a look around, all you see is big black steppin', use my steel toe as a weapon. And it's awfully quiet you 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 from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, picket signs, you know all this funky ass picket budget talking.
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their Yes I Wicked! I told them not to on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to on their fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your
wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the window Malcolm. Ready to bring that noise and going to get heavy like the Ghetto Boyz. 29th was power to the people, you might just see a sequel, 'cause police got pay, a horse is a pig that don't fly straight. I'm doin Daryl Gates but Willie Willams, I'm down with 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 not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to on their fire But now I'm in your face, so keep on your fire