Special - Lloyd Banks

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' (f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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!)