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 trunk full of 9's. 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 phat mad skills. And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillen. 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 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 Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire. Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire. But now 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, stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon. And it's 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. From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork. 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 the Ghetto Boyz. December 29th was power to the people, y'all 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 Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims. I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...
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