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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, pitbull status nigga!

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

    why all know what time it is.. so this what I want why all to do
    I want why all to grab why all Dutch Masters
    and why all White Owls and why all Phillies, mmm!
    Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey 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 M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore
    Uh, representin'
    Biggie Smalls in the house
    Uh, check it, huh

    Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
    Niggas say I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this
    If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphillis
    Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin' rid of ya
    Got it locked like the penitentiary
    Niggas mention me for M.C. 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, uh
    Take your gangsta chronicles
    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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