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Hold up, hold up, hold up I don't think y'all know what's going on right now They got wicker in the booth He about to go in wick light this bitch up, lets go Brrrrrrrrrrrr Whoever! Would've thought that a little muthafucker from The Land wouldda came up and made them stacks? Never was warm in the city, so I had to get on the record and come blaze these tracks And I'm all around haters everyday, but I guess that's just what fame attracts But fuck that, where the bucks at? Man I need that green in my box like Apple Jacks Matter fact, see me in a ride so foreign you can't understand 6 speed hitting 60, 0 to 3, so come catch me if you can Speak in ebonics, give a fuck what Mr. Messer said Let a smart girl read my dick-tionary, I call that "Ms. messser head" Man I gotta get it, when I'm gonna get it, how I gotta get it, and whenever Imma do, I get that Every moment I want it, cause every day I be grinding So when you wanna make a move, I'm with that, yeah WICK off the block Monster in the booth taking off the lock And put the shit back on when I'm on the top So I got the game cuffed up like the cops And I don't fuck with them But the Eastside? Yeah, I got love for them Anybody wanna hate on me, then get on my level, but you will never ever, so I got scrubs for them Yeah, and I'm from the city where all of the good die young and the old don't make it So we just hang in in the middle ground Ready for whatever boy, don't mistake it Bitch I'm from Seattle , bet they know what we claim Cause we ryling muthafuckers, Seattle p in the game Bitch Wicker you killing 'em right now, you killing 'em WICKED is the movement Get with it or get lost Wick you ready to go in? (Ch'yeah) Lets load up another one of them clips boy Lets go! lets go! lets go! Whoever! Woulda guessed that another white boy out the WEST COAST would've done fucking numbers? Everybody used to talk down Now the whole world wanna be-fucking-come us We the new team, WICKED Line full of hoes outside the VIP Everybody know I'm number 33 when I'm on the court ballin MVP, biatch Let me take a little sip of the vitamin water and a little bit of the kushie and I'm good Chillin up in the clouds, wanna fuck my day up? Man I wish you would Bitch I'm the man, no longer the kid Must be the reason why all these grown folks on my dick Shit, get off my ballsack Y'all making my drawers sag Call Saks, walk up in that bitch like 'gimme all dat' I never had nothing So what else you think a little kid with a dream gon' do? Ball without a budget like "fuck it" the middle-finger-crew Real people love me, the jealous try and degrade my name Y'all must have lost your fuckin melons, boy I am the game Are you serious?! Shit, you think wicker don't run this shit? Wick twist it up for 'em! Leggo! They shoulda never let me get in the building with a stereo, a pen an' a pad and do damage Can't nobody ever do it like I do it, since a young'un I been going hard, I'm the baddest Everybody from around the way that I knew in the past call me my city's savior But the people in the class wanna put me in the hall cause of my bad behavior Damn wicker let’s go let’s go let’s damn fucking Dan wicker Seattle est for life I don’t worry too much I know we run this bitch until we outta sight right. So tight coming straight up out the water. Man they tried to kill me by taking a son and daughter, Well guess what imma bite back take these mother fuckers right back to they did it, make em fix me a plate and make sure they hear my music. So savage and so raw they’ll be screaming come please help us papa, but god won’t fuckin hear em. Should of never fucked with wicker man he’s the true soul that came back screaming, maybe next time don’t fuck with somebody’s kids hearts unless you ready to face WICK off the block when it’s dark, my dogs bark my team chargers. We don fuck up the game and blow sparks like los t hearts. Ahhhhhhhh fuck dat we do big things and make money off the charts. Wild dreams and wicked heart. Wick off the block