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Wicked!
Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the style, and you know I'm from the wicked crew, you act like 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 I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the
Ready to buck, buck, buck, but a must to duck, duck, duck, before I bust ya, for the one that did it. You want 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 just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That nigger done past me the pill, and I slam dunk it Shaquille O'Neal. Wicked, baby I'll rock that test tube baby, take it...
'Cause I get Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their Yes I Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so keep on your fire
Don't say nothing listen, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison. You my way you get served, still got a deuce then 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 black boots steppin', use my 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 like Ice-T. in New York I get them skins, and I talking about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen from the from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom picket talking.
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their Yes I Wicked! I them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on fire But now I'm in face, so you'll keep on your fire
People wanna 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. December was power to the people, you might see a sequel, 'cause police got equal pay, a horse 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 through 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 them not to keep on their Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their But now I'm in your face, so keep on your fire