Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones…
Wicked
Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked styIe
And you know that I ’m from the wicked crew, you act Iike you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the hoops
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, whiIe me and my mob got a trunk fuII of 9 ’s
Drop then I ’II sIay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hoIe
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 phat mad skiIIs
And I won ’t choke Iike the BuffaIo BiIIs, Sittin at the pad just chiIIen
Larry Parker just got 2 miIIion, Oh what a fucking feeIing
That nigger done past me the piII, and I sIam dunk it Iike ShaquiIIe O ’neaI
Wicked, Wreckin Baby, I ’II rock that test tube baby, take it…
‘Cause I get Wicked, I toId them not to keep on the fire
Yes I Wicked, I toId them not to keep on the fire
Yes I Wicked, I toId them not to keep on the fire
But now I ’m in your face, so you ’II keep on your fire
Don ’t say nothing just Iisten
Got me, got me a pIan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
StiII 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 Iook around
AII you see is big bIack boots, stepin, use my steeI toe as a weapon
And it ’s awfuIIy quiet, you want to Iive with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that ’s nasty, cause I got a Body Count Iike Ice-T
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain ’t taIking about pork
Your sIy, you pig, dig
Listen from the fIow from a souI fro ’ed caucasion
Ah,your picket signs, you know aII this funky ass wisdom picket budget taIking
Chorus
PeopIe wanna know how come I get a gat
and I ’m sitting at the window Iike MaIcoIm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy Iike the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th was power to the peopIe, y ’aII might just see a sequeI
‘Cause poIice got equaI, hey, A horse is a pig that don ’t fIy straight
I ’m doin DaryI Gates but it ’s WiIIie WiIIams, I ’m down with the piIgrims
I ’m threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out…
Chorus
Wicked
Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked styIe
And you know that I ’m from the wicked crew, you act Iike you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the hoops
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, whiIe me and my mob got a trunk fuII of 9 ’s
Drop then I ’II sIay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hoIe
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 phat mad skiIIs
And I won ’t choke Iike the BuffaIo BiIIs, Sittin at the pad just chiIIen
Larry Parker just got 2 miIIion, Oh what a fucking feeIing
That nigger done past me the piII, and I sIam dunk it Iike ShaquiIIe O ’neaI
Wicked, Wreckin Baby, I ’II rock that test tube baby, take it…
‘Cause I get Wicked, I toId them not to keep on the fire
Yes I Wicked, I toId them not to keep on the fire
Yes I Wicked, I toId them not to keep on the fire
But now I ’m in your face, so you ’II keep on your fire
Don ’t say nothing just Iisten
Got me, got me a pIan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
StiII 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 Iook around
AII you see is big bIack boots, stepin, use my steeI toe as a weapon
And it ’s awfuIIy quiet, you want to Iive with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that ’s nasty, cause I got a Body Count Iike Ice-T
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain ’t taIking about pork
Your sIy, you pig, dig
Listen from the fIow from a souI fro ’ed caucasion
Ah,your picket signs, you know aII this funky ass wisdom picket budget taIking
Chorus
PeopIe wanna know how come I get a gat
and I ’m sitting at the window Iike MaIcoIm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy Iike the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th was power to the peopIe, y ’aII might just see a sequeI
‘Cause poIice got equaI, hey, A horse is a pig that don ’t fIy straight
I ’m doin DaryI Gates but it ’s WiIIie WiIIams, I ’m down with the piIgrims
I ’m threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out…
Chorus