Wicked

Yo Chuck we got running mixes in the headphones

Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

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

Me and my mob got a truck full of 9's

Drop then I'll slay ya, bang bang birthday for the hey-a

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 you're 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 chillin'

Larry Parker just got 2 million

Oh, what a fuckin' feeling!

That nigger done past me the pill

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 a plan to break Tyson out of prison

You going my way you get served

Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the kerb

Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin

Going flat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around

All you see is big black boots

Steppin' 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 in New York I get them skins

And I ain't talking about pork

You sly, you pig, dig

Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian

Oh, your picket signs

You know I was funky ass wisdom picket budget talking

'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

People wanna know how come

I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm

Ready to bring that noise

And going to get heavy like the Ghetto Boyz

December 29th was power to the people

Ya'll might just see a sequel

Cause police got equal pay

A horse is a pig that don't fly straight

I'm doin' Darryl Gates but it's Willie Willams

I'm down with the pilgrims

I'm through with the pig so I think the job is dead, get out?

'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

'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

Say 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

'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

Wicked!