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 fucking 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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