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Wicked!
Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I with the wicked style, and you know that I'm from the 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 full of 9's. Drop 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 that did it. You my vote, no never gonna get it, cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills, and I won't choke like the Bills. Sittin' at the pad just chillin', Larry Parker just got 2 million, oh what a feeling! That nigger past me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal. Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that test 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 fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their 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, seen with a happy grin, going flat frown cause I'm down, so a look around, all you see is big boots steppin', use my steel 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 Ice-T. From in New York I get skins, and I ain't talking about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket signs, you all this funky ass wisdom picket budget talking.
'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 their But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your
People wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm at the window Malcolm. Ready to bring that noise and going to get heavy like the Ghetto Boyz. December was power to the people, you might just see a sequel, 'cause police got equal pay, a 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 with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their Yes I Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll on your fire