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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 kickin' wicked rhymes, signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, 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 with the mad skills, and I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills. Sittin' at the pad chillin', Larry just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That nigger done past me the pill, and I slam 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 them 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
Don't say nothing just listen, got me a 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 seen 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 it's awfully quiet you want to live with nigger, to with 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 ain't about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom budget talking.
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to 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
wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the like 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 equal pay, a 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 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