G. Dep - Special Delivery Lyrics
(feat. Craig Mack, Ghostface, Keith Murray)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Fuck the whole industry!!!!
You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!
Y'all must be kiddin me!!! ay yo fuck the whole industry!!!
Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me now!!!
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne is spillin while we hittin every club that my Denali hit
Outfit is four thousand and better
The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater
Pa it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O.
Fuck bitches on the reg with no problemo
Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more
Where I coped two more, bought four for Rza
BadBoy thank you for this special deliver
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent
May 30 over dust dime I was killin 'em
Did cash on one sixteen I was feelin 'em
Them days kept the crisp cold dollar bill on 'em
I lived it out -- special delivery
I spit it out -- special delivery
I sniffed it out -- special delivery
[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special Delivery!!!
This is the remix, special delivery!!!
Come on, special delivery!!!
Badboy baby!!, special delivery!!!
We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!!
Yeah! G Dep! child of the ghetto! As we proceed!!!
[Verse 2: G. Dep]
Aiyyo! Aiyyo!
Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time
Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form
Show power the child of the ghetto is born
Uh, feet first, preach to the speech I kick ya each verse
Groove let the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exaulted
At your door with a portrait of the raw shit
Picture that while I spit anthrax
On your cd, tape, and wax so stand back
You don't really wanna jump the gun
In the airless flow with disfunctioned lungs
Go 'head and stand there and bump the gum
If ya wan't the problems we can hurry up and come bury ya
I'ma play the courier
[Chorus: P. Diddy]
Special delivery!!! Yeah come on, Special delivery!!!
This the remix!!! Special delivery!!!
Ha ha ha ha!!! Special delivery!!!
Come on come on!!! Special delivery!!!!
Yeah yeah!!! Special delivery!!!
What what!!! Special delivery!!!
Ladies and gentleman, Keith Murray aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
[Verse 3: Keith Murray]
Yo! This for my niggas dem special delivery
Bang ya head off to this fuckin up your memory
I'll shake your cradle and rock your boat
Buck 50 your face then butter your throat
It don't matter where you been or where you at
I'm here now and I'm bangin, kid you softer than the Queen of England
Phraseologist natural philosopher wordsmith
Authentical metaphorical lyricist
Sharp descriptive writer kill a biter
Panty raider, party exciter
Yo Murray what the deal how ya feel?
Yeah I'm gutter what I utter got you timid hesitatin like I stutter
Oxy moron don't be dumb
I school niggas like the united negro college fund
I see you plottin schemin tryin to snake
And when you do I'm a give it to you special delivery
[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
This is the remix!!! Special delivery!!!
Get wit me now come on special delivery!!!!
BadBoy baby!!! Special delivery!!!
Ay yo hold up a second......this is the remix
so let's bring back my man, Craig Mack
[Verse 4: Craig Mack]
Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records
as the dumbest motherfucker alive
Figurin' you 'gone survive
You couldn't move to my terrain, even in a 4 wheel drive
And I'm your highness, finest
You hungry try this, buy this livest
Uh huh, I take my rap style real serious
What you think it ain't...that serious?
I bang clubs and streets it's gettin hot
See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top
Young black america my CD drop
In two thousand and two to change hip hop
Grown folks shake your bones
In talkin cyclones and terrordomes like Mel Gibson's
My heat will cook you bweeeyyyyy!!! hook you bweeeyyyyy!!!
Mack came to shook you bweeeyyyyy!!!! Sons of bitches
[P. Diddy]
Sons of bitches!!!
[Chorus & Outro: P. Diddy]
Take that!!! come on!!! special delivery!!!
(I need that) Special delivery!!!
This is the remix!!!! Special delivery!!!
G. Dep!!!! Special delivery!!!
Come on now!!! Special delivery!!!
Child of the ghetto!!! Special delivery!!!
1-1-5. Harlem's finest!!! Yeah!!!!
Alumni baby!!!! Special Delivery
G. Dep - Special Delivery Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery
Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery
Get cake, snakes get slithery
Lean in, show y'all the meaning of chivalry
Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha
Right jab like Zab Zuda
Every member on my team is the shooter
Tight like a womb, no room for intruders
Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly
And Good Humor, don't be silly
It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered
Like makeup, I got it all covered
Want a jewel, don't be cruel
It's authentic, don't be fooled
By these phony accusations
Backlash and slanders
Front, and they put pits in ya
Stunts and propaganda
Keep it private, 'cause I'm the commander
In chief, I never stop like beef
Gimme a break, I might shake the building place
Say vacate all women and children
I spit it out
[Chorus (repeat 2x)]
Special delivery
I want that
Special delivery
I need
Special delivery
Can I have that
Special delivery
Come give it to me
[Verse 2]
If you ain't ready, I'ma bust through ya curtain
Encore, you're not sure, I'm certain
Wait, make sure the mic workin'
Make cake, sorta like Earth Wind
And Fire, the rap vampire
Retire in the morn'
Warm like campfires
Matter of fact, I'm blazin'
Raisin' the roof up
Slide off with ya rooster
Took her to the stu and seduced her
Let her do a skit, then she hit my producer (Oh)
Not whatcha used to, I'm looser
Ya need to stop fuckin' with them losers, now who's up
The mystic ruler, grand imperial
Filthy, but milky like cereal
Bang this in ya stereo
MC's is dead and I'ma get head up at they burial
And that's disrespectful
I'm strong like Exo mixed with X, yo
And that's the high capability
And yes, I possess that ability
I spit it out
[Chorus (repeat 2x)]
[Verse 3]
Yeah, ayo, Dep so bright, light looking halogen
Spit that bar, car low mileagin'
Let's go, metropolitan
Area, cuz I'm hearin' ya hollerin'
The earthquaker, Harlem bread maker
Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker
Hit the block, watch the kids bake up
Your girl keep coming around
Then I'ma take her to Jamaica
And I give her a reason to get curious
But ya pain, it ain't that serious
MC's ran with this and that
But change your name to Saran 'cause it's a Wrap
Your rap is like a sedative
You sleepy, defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it
And you can tell by the records that's distributed
I spit it out
[Chorus (repeat 4x to fade)]
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