Lloyd Banks - Special lyrics

WHOO KID DROP THAT sh*t! 'Ey! {Whooooooooooooooo! } 'Ey n***a 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 n***a'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***a 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 n***a 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!) {DAMN! } I slept on these LPs since I left you I ain't like them other n***as, I'm SPECIAL! (SPECIAL!) {HAHA! } Rap got hoes runnin' in and out the biz' (f*ck you b**h!) b**h don't watch me! Watch your kids! (KIDS!) I'm stuntin'! - Worry about nothin'! (uh!) These n***as frontin' or on d** or somethin'. (whatchu want?) You could drop the same day and still ain't this (naaah!) And every n***a 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**! (uh-huh!) - And get your Dickies 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!) {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 f*ckin' with me n***a... Huh? ! Nobody... This is Lamonte Odom out the Los Angeles Lakers, Queens neither! And you listenin' to G-UUUUNIT... Radio! With my n***a... Lloyd Bank$! DJ Whoo Kid! (YEAH!)