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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 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
to buck, buck, buck, but it's a must to duck, duck, duck, before I bust ya, looking for the one 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 like the Buffalo Bills. Sittin' at the pad just chillin', Larry Parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That done me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal. Wicked, wreckin' I'll rock that test tube baby, take it...
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to on their 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 on your fire
Don't say nothing 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, flat frown cause I'm down, so take 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, I got a body count like Ice-T. From in New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking 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 wisdom budget talking.
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their 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 your face, so you'll keep on your
People wanna know how I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm. Ready to bring noise and going to get heavy 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 Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims, I'm through with the pig, so I the job is dead, get out...
'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 them not to keep on their But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on fire