Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in the headphones

Ha ha ha! Wicked!

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 kick it

Wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and the mob got a trunk full of

9's

Drop and I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the aya

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

Shake that nigger and pass me the peel, and I'll slam dunk it like

Shaquille O'neal

Wicked, Wreck it

Baby, I'll rock that test tube baby, kick it...

'Cause I get wicked! I told 'em not to keep on that fire

Am I wicked? I told 'em to not keep on da fire

Am I wicked? I told not to keep on that fire

But now I'm in your face, so will you keep on dat fire? (WICKED!)

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, now they want to label this nigger too with a

sticker

But that's nasty, cause I got a body count like Ice Tea

From here to New York, I get them skins and ain't talking about pork

Your sly, your pig, dig

Listen from the flow from a soul flowed caucasion

Ah, your picket

Now you know I was funky as wisdom picket budget talking

'Cause I get wicked! I told 'em not to keep on that fire

Am I wicked? I told 'em to not keep on da fire

Am I wicked? I told not to keep on that fire

But now I'm in your face, so will you keep on dat fire? (WICKED!)

People wanna know how come I got a gat

And I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm

Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto Boyz

Cause April 29th was power to the people, you'll might just see a

sequel

Cause police got equal hate, A horse is a pig that don't fly straight

I'm doin Daryl Gates, but it's Willie Williams, I'm down with the

pilgrims I'm threw with your picket signs, take this job and stick it, dig

it...

'Cause I get wicked! I told 'em not to keep on that fire

Am I wicked? I told 'em to not keep on da fire

Am I wicked? I told not to keep on that fire

But now I'm in your face, so will you keep on dat fire? (WICKED!)