Lloyd Banks - Special lyrics

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WHOO KID DROP THAT SHIT!

'Ey! {Whooooooooooooooo! }

'Ey nigga guess what! {"MO MONEY"! }

Ain't a damn thang changed! {"GANGREEN"! }

DAMN!

I can grab sixteen cars {DAMN} every sixteen bars (uh-huh!)

My flow hard! - These nigga'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 nigga with old schools in and out the South. (UH!) {DAMN! }

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!) {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 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!) {DAMN! }

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 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!)