Wicked Bounce Lyrics

Wicked Bounce lyrics

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Don`t f**k with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now
Check it out  
 
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Put em up 
What What
Put em up what what
 
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[Vinnie]
Well here`s a shot out to all those who think that we slipped
Doing this ever since 165, North 15th breakdancin with slick
Nigga what, I`ll beat your butt
You niggas on a beef or what
And if I gotta go deep I`ll cut
And if you try to face this
The Naughty by the Nature gonna lace this
Track, we be the cream of the pack
Don`t come up in my face with bullshit cuz you`re bound to get slapped
And then we`ll take it to a level where you`re gonna get clapped
And then we`ll all be up in court, I don`t got time for that
Cuz I`m, one third, naughty
Look into my eyes yeah you know me
Ain`t nobody pimpin like us three
Call us masters, o.p.p
And when I draw the line don`t get in the way, I`m paper chasin
Or I`ll be cuttin you off like Friday the 13th and I`m Jason
Single don`t mingle with ladies hearts I`m a thief
I`m not a virgin but Virgo birthday September 17th
And don`t ask me for favors cuz it`ll be just like pullin teeth
I`m on some new sh*t with niggas cuz you continually sleep
Don`t creep
 
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[Treach]
Dun dun dun dun dun dirty the motherf**ker with them jewels on
Did the dirt, turn the news on
Nigga left layin with his shoes on
With every clue gone
You actin nervous, what`d you do wrong?
Nigga lookin shady, all fakey all quiet
Ah forget about it when the feud`s on
Now wha-what what put em up that`s what the party get
I bartend on some naughty shit
And don`t play that shorty shit
We hittin and kickin like (?)
Shakin like (?) chicken like pick pick pick pickin the town
Dickin em down, pickin a hoe, give em a show, the rigamarole
So, if you ever gone report you seen my tribe
I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied
(...?...) that`s 25 lines motherf**ker you on my side
What you gonna do wanna do talkin all the drunk talk
At least you`ll die high
 
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[Vinnie]
Just look don`t touch, just tip my bit*h
Cuz things get crazy now
Punk motherf**ker gonna pay me now
Got busy got forty got fam got (?) got jet got slash
Diesel do, take apart that ass
Got another motherf**ker get cash fast
Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me?
Them or we? Get Hennessy, you memory
Treachery, and to the right of me, it`s that nigga uncle Vinnie
What with K Boogie on the break release
The beat don`t cease til we double f**kin platinum apiece
Hands touched
 
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