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lloyd banks - special lyrics

whoo kid drop that sh-t!
‘ey! {whooooooooooooooo! }
‘ey n-gga guess what! {“mo money”! }
ain’t a d-mn thang changed! {“gangreen”! }
d-mn!
i can grab sixteen cars {d-mn} every sixteen bars (uh-huh!)
my flow hard! – these n-gga’s is whip cream soft. (whooo!) {whooooo! }
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. {whoooooo! }
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 n-gga with old schools in and out the south. (uh!) {d-mn! }
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 n-gga 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!)
{d-mn! }
i slept on these lps since i left you
i ain’t like them other n-ggas, i’m special! (special!)
{haha! }
rap got hoes runnin’ in and out the biz’ (f-ck you b-tch!)
b-tch don’t watch me! watch your kids! (kids!)
i’m stuntin’! – worry about nothin’! (uh!)
these n-ggas frontin’ or on drugs or somethin’. (whatchu want?)
you could drop the same day and still ain’t this (naaah!)
and every n-gga with a record deal ain’t rich! (naaaah!) {whoooooo! }
i’m a hit record babe, they give me the right pitch
i’m the real deal! – they phony and iceless. {m.o.! }
get on that slippery sh-t! (uh-huh!) – and get your d-ckies ripped. (uh-huh!)
with the same shotgun, they shot ricky with
{oooohh! }
a sweet dream is my mom on trips! (uh!)
a crib on a cliff and sadams lil’ bricks. (haha!) {d-mn! }
bumpin’ blood money on my way up town
and on my way back down i’m rollin’ out a quarter pound – now! {whooooo! }
now… {can’t forget… }
pal… {r. bucks! }
it’s over! {outlaw! }
you ain’t f-ckin’ with me n-gga…
huh? !
n0body…
this is lamonte odom out the los angeles lakers, queens neither!
and you listenin’ to g-uuuunit… radio!
with my n-gga… lloyd bank$!
dj whoo kid! (yeah!)

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