Wicked
Yo chuck, we got runnin’ mixes, in the headphone
Hahaha…WICKED!!
1, 2, 3 and I come with the wicked style
And you know that, I’m from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping through the hoops
We kickin’, wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a trunk full of 9’s
Drop then I’ll slay yeah, bang bang birthday, for the a-hole
Ready to buck, buck, buck, but It’s a must do duck, duck, duck
Before I bust yeah
Looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it
Cause I’m the one with the phat mad skills
And I won’t choke, like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin’ on the pad just chillen
Larry Parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling
That nigga done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O’Neal
Wicked, wreckin’
Baby, I’ll rock that test tube baby, take it…
Cause I get wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I’m in their face, so you’ll keep on their fire
Don’t say nothin’ just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce, then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen you with a happy grin
Going flat frown cause I’m down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, step and use my steel toe as a weapon
And it’s awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with a stick
Ah, but that’s nasty, cause I got a body count like Ice tea
From in New York, I get them skins and I ain’t talkin’ about pork
You sly, you pig, dig
Listen to the flow from a soul fro’ed caucasion
Ah, your picket signs
You know all this funky ass wisdom picket budget talking
Cause I get wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire
People wanna know how come
I got a gat and I’m sittin’ at the window like Malcom
Ready to bring that noise, and I’m gonna have to get heavy like the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th, was power to the people, ya’ll might just see a sequel
Cause, police got equal, hey, a horse is a pig that don’t fly straight
I’m doin’ Daryl Gates, but it’s Willie Williams, I’m down with the pilgrims
I’m through with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out…
Cause I get wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire
Cause I get wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire
Cause I get wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire
Cause I get wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I’m wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire
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