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Wicked!
Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the style, and you know that I'm from the crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody jumping to the voodoo. You kickin' rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. Drop then slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the
Ready to buck, buck, buck, but it's a to duck, duck, duck, I bust ya, looking for the one that did it. You want my vote, no your never 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 Parker just got 2 million, oh what a feeling! That nigger done past me the pill, and I slam dunk it like 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 them not to keep on their But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on fire
Don't say nothing just listen, got me a plan to break out of prison. You going my way you get served, still got a then I bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen a happy grin, going frown cause I'm down, so take a look around, all you see is big boots steppin', use my steel toe as a weapon. And it's awfully you want to live with this 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 talking about pork. sly, you pig, dig, from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket 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 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
People wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm at the window 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 pay, a horse is a pig that don't fly straight. I'm doin Daryl Gates but Willie Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims, I'm through with the pig, so I the job is dead, get out...
'Cause I get Wicked! I them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their But now I'm in your face, so keep on your fire