Wicked

Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes, gimme the 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 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 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 O'neal

Wicked, Wreckin

Baby, I'll rock that tassle baby, take it... cos I'm

'Cause I get Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume

Yes I Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume

Yes I Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume

But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on the volume

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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