Roll Deep Crew - Wickedest Ting lyrics
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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 its, 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
its 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 im panicking cause its getting worse
its 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 its been going on for a while
running like snot but it sticks like honey
ya'll think its funny
people think its worth alot 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
its over.. before it gets any colder
so i gotta say its over
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Wiley
Everyday im gonna stay low like a shadow
forget everybody now im 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 dont wanna know
i aint 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
im cold on the streets of rage
hit em up on the stage
just turn the page
im 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
im a big mic man on the set
when i get cold you better know im gonna
wreck the track
hurt the track
im hot on the track
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Flo Dan
them boys are to die
aint 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
dont give a damn
them boys aren't ready for the big weed
big jaw
big boy this money man.
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Breeze
Alcoholics makes me vomit
and im 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 smelling of fruit,
so i smoke the weed till dem eye's dem bleed
dont think my luv is on twigs or seeds
Wiley
Im the original cause im a lyrical G
they no they dont wanna test cause they can never see me
i wont do a thing if you pay the fee
when i get drawn im 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) dont ever bring war my way
i know you dont wanna lose your life the same day
its not the long ting its 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)
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Thanks to tom for these lyrics
