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Yo Chuck! We got running mixes.... in the headphones

Ah ha ha ha ha! 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, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. 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 phat 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 pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal. 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 now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

Don't say nothing just listen, 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, going flat frown cause I'm down, so take a
look around, all you see is big black boots steppin', use my steel
toe as a weapon. And it's awfully quiet you want to live with this
nigger, to with the stick. Ah, but that's nasty, 'cause I got a body
count like Ice-T. From in New York I get them skins, and I ain't
talking about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen from the flow from
a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket signs, you know all this
funky ass wisdom picket budget talking.

'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 now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

People wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the
window like Malcolm. Ready to bring that noise and going to get
heavy like the Ghetto Boyz. December 29th was power to the
people, you might just see a sequel, 'cause police got equal pay, a
horse is a pig that don't fly straight. I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's
Willie Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims, I'm through with the
pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...

'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 now I'm in your face, so you'll
keep on your fire

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