2Pac – Something Wicked Lyrics
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes bros
Pumping the flow, gangster ho
Cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Choked on some potent dank smoke
Wrote, rhymes that'll bring me bank notes
Nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping the juice with no producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass thump
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way comes (x17)
Wicked wicked this way comes
Wicked wicked this way comes
Wicked wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes bros
Pumping the flow, gangster ho
Cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Choked on some potent dank smoke
Wrote, rhymes that'll bring me bank notes
Nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping the juice with no producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass thump
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way comes (x17)
Wicked wicked this way comes
Wicked wicked this way comes
Wicked wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way come
