I’m from the city of broken dreams
n#gg#s offensive coaches they know your scheme
I’m from the county of many kings
Halloween he was forced to be swiss cheese
Hooper becoming a marksman
Ooters pulled at the park bench
Hater n#gg# shot and missed target
n#gg# dived with the ball like Rodman
Ain’t a thing as a moment of silence
All the quiet is flooded with sirens
That’s why we stay blowing exotic
This city as dark as you closing your eyelids
Empire State, I’m Kong, and I’m climbing
Ball in the field, gotta show I’m a Giant
Stark Enterprise, how they clutching the iron
n#gg#s be selling and n#gg#s be buying
50 Cent, n#gg#s get rich or die trying
0 cents, fiend need a hit and he crying
They raising soldiers and giving assignments
Squad got the tech with them like electronics
Street ABCs get learnt before phonics
They shooting like the Supersonics
Whole lotta wickery, sh#t can get violent
Chasing that victory, early retirement
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Lee HendriX$on Lyrics – Whole Lotta Wickery Freestyle