[NuraN]

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 hoops
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 phat mad skills
and i won´t choke like the buffalo bills, sittin at the pad just chillen
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 the fire
yes i wicked, i told them not to keep on the fire
yes i wicked, i told them not to keep on the fire
but now 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, 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,your picket signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom picket budget talking
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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 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...
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