Theodore Unit, Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel - Wicked With Lead lyrics
[Theodore Unit, Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel - Wicked With Lead lyrics]
Yeah yeah yo, yo
Talk about it, if you live it, if not
Don't even spit it
Fuck your niggas and them rap credit's
I'm in the '88 candidates, paisley'd out
In them Coca-Cola rugby's, two bitches
With a front in my mouth
That's right, standin' in the lobby with tech
Briefer sheets, make the leaf, taste better
We love that wet
Got the new Patrick Ewing Jr's, square you
It was boomin'
We was robbin' digit's, James or Rakim
He kept it smooth and mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Can I bone you? Say I can
Yes, I can, I'm lethal
None of these rappers can touch my pen
I'mma killer
That's why I bounce back in the end
I'm not, Freddy or Jason, or on probation
The lifetime achievement award is
What I'm facin'
It's time for sentencin', the game
I'mma just rewrite it
Puttin' it to sleep, don't try to fight it
Come on
Me and Trife, yo, we wicked with lead-a
Especially, when both of our
Tummies ain't fed-a
Theodore click, aimin' for your head-a
We the twat team
When we be gettin' that head-a
Don't get it twisted, yo
We out for the bread-a it's on and poppin'
Like we rock blue and red-a
You wonder why these faggots
Poppin' up dead-a
We love hip hop, gives us our cred'-a
I'm from the era, when
The chronic was hittin', onyx was spittin'
Throw Ya Gunz in the air, that year
Have party's slippin' back then
Power dollars was the party admission
Air Jordans
And Scottie Pippen's had the latest addition
And number 5's, with the lead on the side
Used to rock the L used jean suit
And the letters in dye
Doo rags under my Starter cap, nigga
I started that
And if a nigga stepped on your sneakers
You caught a heart attack
Bumpin' The Artifacts, mixed it on the fader
Freestylin' up like DJ Tone, playin' the Sega
Neighbors handin' out papers
Promotin' g's to save us
Tryin' guide us, hopin' one day
We'll change our behaviors
Floatin' on traitors, them haters
They got the vapors
Now we style on 'em, kids that bitches
That tried to play us
And to them faggot ass cops
That tried to slay us you can't stop it
This is what the streets fight us
Me and Trife, yo, we wicked with lead-a
Especially, when both of our
Tummies ain't fed-a
Theodore click, aimin' for your head-a
We the twat team
When we be gettin' that head-a
Don't get it twisted, yo
We out for the bread-a it's on and poppin'
Like we rock blue and red-a
You wonder why these faggots
Poppin' up dead-a
We love hip hop, gives us our cred'-a
Talk about it, if you live it, if not
Don't even spit it
Fuck your niggas and them rap credit's
I'm in the '88 candidates, paisley'd out
In them Coca-Cola rugby's, two bitches
With a front in my mouth
That's right, standin' in the lobby with tech
Briefer sheets, make the leaf, taste better
We love that wet
Got the new Patrick Ewing Jr's, square you
It was boomin'
We was robbin' digit's, James or Rakim
He kept it smooth and mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Can I bone you? Say I can
Yes, I can, I'm lethal
None of these rappers can touch my pen
I'mma killer
That's why I bounce back in the end
I'm not, Freddy or Jason, or on probation
The lifetime achievement award is
What I'm facin'
It's time for sentencin', the game
I'mma just rewrite it
Puttin' it to sleep, don't try to fight it
Come on
Me and Trife, yo, we wicked with lead-a
Especially, when both of our
Tummies ain't fed-a
Theodore click, aimin' for your head-a
We the twat team
When we be gettin' that head-a
Don't get it twisted, yo
We out for the bread-a it's on and poppin'
Like we rock blue and red-a
You wonder why these faggots
Poppin' up dead-a
We love hip hop, gives us our cred'-a
I'm from the era, when
The chronic was hittin', onyx was spittin'
Throw Ya Gunz in the air, that year
Have party's slippin' back then
Power dollars was the party admission
Air Jordans
And Scottie Pippen's had the latest addition
And number 5's, with the lead on the side
Used to rock the L used jean suit
And the letters in dye
Doo rags under my Starter cap, nigga
I started that
And if a nigga stepped on your sneakers
You caught a heart attack
Bumpin' The Artifacts, mixed it on the fader
Freestylin' up like DJ Tone, playin' the Sega
Neighbors handin' out papers
Promotin' g's to save us
Tryin' guide us, hopin' one day
We'll change our behaviors
Floatin' on traitors, them haters
They got the vapors
Now we style on 'em, kids that bitches
That tried to play us
And to them faggot ass cops
That tried to slay us you can't stop it
This is what the streets fight us
Me and Trife, yo, we wicked with lead-a
Especially, when both of our
Tummies ain't fed-a
Theodore click, aimin' for your head-a
We the twat team
When we be gettin' that head-a
Don't get it twisted, yo
We out for the bread-a it's on and poppin'
Like we rock blue and red-a
You wonder why these faggots
Poppin' up dead-a
We love hip hop, gives us our cred'-a