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Wickedest Ting
[Chorus:] Me and my crew, we're the
wickedest ting New talk on road, the
wickedest ting The
weed that we smoke, the
wickedest ting Gal dem know it's, the
wickedest ting Nike boot to your flex, the
wickedest ting Big money man' earn, the
wickedest ting Them boys aren't ready for, the
wickedest ting It's no long ting, the
wickedest ting [Breeze:] First thing's first (Experse) reverse Thinking that my tongue will make your ear drums burst Had a
little problem and it needs to be nursed And I'm panicking cause it's getting worse It's my saliva that'll harm the
cross fader One for the
treble that'll burn through the
middle And hooks you spike tight like a
book minder Coming from the
x-files h-friers And it's been going on for a
while Running like snot but it sticks like honey Ya'll think it's funny People think it's worth a
lot of money So I
give an sample to scully and mulder Gotta write it up in a
little black folder FBI wanna rub my shoulder It's over... before it gets any colder So I
gotta say it's over [Chorus] [Wiley:] Everyday I'm gonna stay low like a
shadow Forget everybody now I'm going on narrow See me fly like a
sparrow Sharp like an arrow Lyrics like mellow Make them boy parrow And they wanna come pile with me But I
don't wanna know I
ain't been on road for six months I
got an afro Now I
gotta get a
hair cane roll You didn't know we're gonna hit em with the
venomous flow See me blaze I'm cold on the
streets of rage Hit em up on the
stage Just turn the
page I'm a
money maker (huh) Ready for the
dapper Me and my crew we're gonna hit em with the
slammer Gonna take it to the
neck Better check out the
lyrical vet I'm a
big mic man on the
set When I
get cold you better know I'm gonna Wreck the
track Hurt the
track I'm hot on the
track [Chorus] [Flo Dan:] Them boys are to die Ain't on no long ting no lie No more mr.nice guy Why Because them of thought man was a
nice man So them come take liberty of a
big man Them never know man was a
smart man Couple grand, that makes you a
dead man One phone call we send for the
hit-man People die and no names get mention People get prang, flo dan too nang Drive by shooting in a
transit BANG BANG BANG Sounds of the
gunning from my hand It was all over and the
fat lady sang Here another man with the
mic in my hand Every stageshow I
ram Don't give a
damn Them boys aren't ready for the
big weed Big jaw Big boy this money man. [Chorus] [Breeze:] Alcoholics makes me vomit And I'm gonna insert and my whole crew's on it. Alaskin sess, Afghanistan sess, acaponic, skunk, white telesupersonic Keys in the
bonnet, car's looking new Air conditioning inside it too So I
smoke the
weed till dem eye's dem bleed Don't think my luv is on twigs or seeds [Wiley:] I'm the
original cause I'm a
lyrical G
They no they don't wanna test cause they can never see me I
won't do a
thing if you pay the
fee When I
get drawn I'm gonna buzz like a
bee Gwarn them boy with a
big lightning It was a
eight point six so it might been a
dream What, my gun's dirty time for a
clean And I
keep the
limit at about sixteen [Flo Dan:] (Haha) don't ever bring war my way I
know you don't wanna lose your life the
same day It's not the
long ting it's not the
lay lay Somebody get bunned when flo dan start to spray Okay Bad one upon the
riddem that we play God knows that we write lyrics everyday God knows that we eat food everyday God knows that we smoke weed everyday (Smoke that) [Chorus]
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