Wicked Lyrics

Wicked lyrics

Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da 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 t
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 f**king feeling
That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille
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 know 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, step in, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about p 
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 Ghetto
Blaster 
December 29th was power to the people, ya'll might just see a
sequence 
'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that dosen't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams, I'm doin with the pil 
I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out. . . 

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