WICKED Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes, gimme the 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 trunk 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 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 O'neal Wicked, Wreckin Baby, I'll rock that tassle baby, take it... cos I'm 'Cause I get Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume Yes I Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume Yes I Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on the volume 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, stepin, 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 here to 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 caucasion Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket but ya talkin... 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 the Ghetto Boyz December 29th was power to the people, y'all might just see a sequel 'Cause police got equal, hey, 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 threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...