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. . .     [chorus]    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. . .     [chorus]