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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 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 a must to duck, duck, duck, I bust ya, looking for the one that did it. You want 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 a fucking feeling! That nigger done past me the pill, and I slam it like Shaquille 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 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 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, seen with a happy grin, going flat cause I'm down, so take a look around, all you see is big black boots steppin', use my 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 count like Ice-T. in New York I get them skins, and I ain't about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket signs, you know all this 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 fire But now I'm in your face, so keep on your fire
wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm. Ready to bring that noise and going to get like the Ghetto Boyz. December was power to the people, you might just see a sequel, 'cause police got equal pay, a horse is a pig that fly straight. I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims, I'm through the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...
'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 them not to keep on their But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your