Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones. . .
Wicked!!!!
Ha Ha 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 to the voodoo
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got
a t
Drop then I ll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole
Ready to Buck! Buck! Buck! but it s a must to Duck! Duck! Duck!
Before 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 with the tight mad skills
And I won t choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillin
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling
That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille
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 Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I m in your face, so you ll keep on your fire
Don t say nothing just listen
Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of 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 with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown cause I m down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, step in, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it s awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain t talking about p
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro ed caucasion
Ah, who didn t know I was as funky as Wilson Picket
but ya talkin. . .
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People wanna know how come I get a gat
and I m sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like Ghetto
Blaster
December 29th was power to the people, ya ll might just see a
sequence
Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that dosen t fly straight
I m doin Daryl Gates but it s Willie Williams, I m doin with the pil
I m threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out. . .
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