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Wicked!
Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I with the wicked style, and you know I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody jumping to the voodoo. You kickin' wicked rhymes, signs, me and my mob got a truck of 9's. Drop then I'll slay 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 that did it. You my vote, no your never gonna get it, cause I'm the one the phat mad skills, and I choke like the Buffalo Bills. Sittin' at the pad just chillin', Larry Parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That done past me the pill, and I dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal. Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll that test tube baby, take it...
'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 keep on their But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on fire
Don't say nothing listen, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison. You going my way you get served, got a deuce then I hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin, going flat frown cause I'm down, so a look around, all you see is big black steppin', use my steel toe as a weapon. And it's awfully quiet you want to live with this nigger, to the stick. Ah, but that's nasty, 'cause I got a body like Ice-T. From in New York I get them skins, and I talking about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen from the flow from a fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket signs, you know all funky ass wisdom picket budget talking.
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on fire
wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm sitting 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, 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 down the pilgrims, I'm with 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 fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your