Lloyd Banks — Special lyrics

Lyrics

WHOO KID DROP THAT SHIT!
'Ey!
'Ey nigga guess what!
Ain’t a damn thang changed!
DAMN!
I can grab sixteen cars every sixteen bars (uh-huh!)
My flow hard! — These nigga’s is whip cream soft. (whooo!)
And I can still hit you with the lip beam off
Leave four tire marks from a mink green Porche. (er! er!)
I got a hideout in the West so I stay warm
And hoes rushin’me without the tank spray on (ahaha!)
I’m in a Jet and there’s green by the box in it Headed to the A where they lean with it rock with it.
All my rings got lil’green rocks in it (bling!)
Ridin’with a Radar, I can pick up the cops with it! (I see!)
What you know about? ! Who’s in and out the house? ! (nothin'!)
New York nigga with old schools in and out the South. (UH!)
I take a throw back, gold 'Lac and made it chrome
You can’t get it your bread thin as a Razor phone. (AAARRRGGGHH!)
Do me a favor homes? ! — Stay out my way! (yeah!)
Every nigga that get in the way got to pay!
These fake ballers eatin’Hip-Hop away! (yeah!)
I’m Magic! I’m Bird! I’m Dr. J. (yeah!)
I’m Kong! I’m Martin! I’m Malcolm X! (YEAH!)
He’s cool, but I don’t know about the rest. (whooo!)
I slept on these LPs since I left you.
I ain’t like them other niggas, I’m SPECIAL! (SPECIAL!)
Rap got hoes runnin’in and out the biz'(fuck you bitch!)
Bitch don’t watch me! Watch your kids! (KIDS!)
I’m stuntin'! — Worry about nothin'! (uh!)
These niggas frontin’or on drugs or somethin'. (whatchu want?)
You could drop the same day and still ain’t this (naaah!)
And every nigga with a record deal ain’t rich! (naaaah!)
I’m a hit record babe, they give me the right pitch
I’m the real deal! — They phony and iceless.
Get on that slippery shit! (uh-huh!) — And get your Dickies ripped. (uh-huh!)
With the same Shotgun, they shot Ricky with
A sweet dream is my mom on trips! (uh!)
A crib on a cliff and Sadams lil’bricks. (haha!)
Bumpin’Blood Money on my way up town
And on my way back down I’m rollin’out a quarter pound — NOW!
Now…
Pal…
It’s over!
You ain’t fuckin’with me nigga…
Huh? !
Nobody…
This is Lamonte Odom out the Los Angeles Lakers, Queens neither!
And you listenin’to G-UUUUNIT… Radio!
With my nigga… Lloyd Bank$!
DJ Whoo Kid! (YEAH!)