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Wicked!
Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the wicked style, and you that I'm from the crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody jumping to the voodoo. You wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. Drop then I'll ya, bang, bang, birthday for the
Ready to buck, buck, buck, but a must to duck, duck, duck, before I 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 mad skills, and I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills. Sittin' at the pad chillin', Parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That nigger done me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal. Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that tube baby, take it...
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on 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
Don't say just listen, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison. You going my way you get served, got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never with a grin, going flat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around, all you see is big black steppin', use my steel toe as a weapon. And it's awfully quiet you want to live with nigger, to with the stick. Ah, but that's nasty, 'cause I got a body count Ice-T. From in New York I get skins, and I ain't talking about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, picket signs, you know all funky ass wisdom picket budget talking.
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their But now I'm in your face, so you'll on your fire
People know how come I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm. Ready to bring that noise and to get heavy like the Boyz. December 29th was power to the people, you might see a sequel, 'cause police got equal 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 with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...
'Cause I get Wicked! I told not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I them not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so keep on your fire