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    Funkmaster Flex / Lyrics

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    "The Wickedest" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex feat. The Notorious B.I.G.

    Hold up, shut this shit down
    It's goin down baby, Funk Flex
    We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee
    Cause you know how the fuck I get down!
    Big dog, pit-bull status nigga!

    You're now enterin' the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls
    Junior Mafia click, representin'
    This one goin out to Brooklyn, y'all know what time it is
    It's goin out to all the gangsters
    All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches

    Y'all know what time it is so this what I want y'all to do
    I want y'all to grab y'all Dutch Masters
    And y'all White Owls and y'all Phillies mmm!
    Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessy and lay back
    Gon' do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin all day, everyday
    And all you other tape niggaz, and bootleggers, stay in the house
    Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down
    So any time you're ready Mister Cee
    We gon' get hardcore on these homos

    Like I said before, Junior MAFIA click, hardcore
    Uhh, representin
    Biggie Smalls in the house
    Uhh, check it, huh

    Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
    Niggaz say I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this
    If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphilis

    Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya
    Got it locked like the penitentiary
    Niggaz mention me for MC execution, who you choosin'?
    The wack MC? Or the black fat MC?
    Jack Dempsey would start shakin
    All it's takin, is some marijuana and I'm makin
    MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
    Backspins to windmill, who's still the gin drinker
    Ill thinker explodin' when the paper hits the ink, uhh
    Take your gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666
    Holocaust, Big the merciless
    Niggaz press they luck-and they get a buttfuck-in
    Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash
    And I don't fuck wit the condoms
    The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin sprayed
    Diseases, Big pleases, MC's across the seas
    Is just the way I clutch my prey, hey
    I'm crazy and deranged
    Blowin niggaz out the frame, simple and plain
    But gettin back, to the black, rhinoceros of rap
    Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga?
    Recognize notorious Biggie Smalls, ninety-four, "Ready to Die"
    Y'all niggaz hold y'all heads
    Mister Cee, set it off baby-pop
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Calvin Lebron, Christopher Wallace, Jonathan Owens, Sean Puffy Combs.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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