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Yo Chuck
We got running mixes in the headphones
Wicked
One, two, three, and I come with the wicked
Style, you know that I'm from
The wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
Yeah, you, kick it wicked rhymes, picket signs
While me and the mob gotta trunk full of nines
Drop, and I'll slay ya
Play, play thug-made, ah from the heya
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 fat, mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin' at the pad just chillin'
Larry Parker just got two million
Oh, what a fuckin' feelin'
That nigga done past me the peel
And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal
Like it, work it, baby I'll rock that test
Tube baby, kick it, 'cause I get
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm 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)
Don't say nothin', just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
You come my way, ya get served
Still got a deuce that'll 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, they want to label this nigga
Do with the sticker, uh, but that's nasty
'Cause I gotta body count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork
You're sly, ya pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a so-fro'd caucasian
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket, but you talkin'
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
Ooh
Something' here with this shit off (yeah)
Get the fuck out my face, come on
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat, and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger-happy like the Ghetto Boys
April twenty-ninth 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 is Willie Williams
Down with the pilgrims?
I'm through with the picket signs
So I think the job is dead, get out 'cause I get
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm 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, fuzz)
Say
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked)
WRITERS
Angelo Trotter, Anthony Holmes, Clarence Satchell, Derek Francisco Lynch, Edward Goodman, Gregory A. Webster, Jesse Lars Jr., Leroy Bonner, Marvin R. Pierce, Norman Bruc, O'shea Jackson, Stanley Jones
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Word Collections Publishing, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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