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