Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Special , by - Dabrye. Song from the album Two / Three, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.06.2006
Record label: Ghostly International
Song language: English
Special |
| Live as fuck |
| With a big ass gun, who wanna size me up? |
| I got a 40 cal chilling right beside my nuts |
| Rap shit helps me monopolize my bucks (Yeah!) |
| Shotties’ll pop and body your block (Get 'em!) |
| Fuck it, I’m hot, cocky or not |
| I’m tired of being humble, from here on out I’m brash |
| Hot dog with extra flash |
| Might blackout and give your neck some slash |
| And ain’t a neighborhood around that could protect your ass, youngin |
| Gun shots mean Guilty’s coming |
| And when through chasing your ass you’ll still be running |
| I can say this verse twice, it’ll still be stunning |
| For niggas stealing my style, I’mma steal their woman |
| Guilty Simpson, boy I been hotter |
| The ace that’ll treat your face like piñatas |
| Toting toasters in my holster |
| Take beef, well done, ask Ponderosa |
| Don’t say shit cause I’ll approach ya |
| Wit a bat to your grill like Bonds and Sosa |
| I get your ho hot like Fonz approached her |
| I flip my collars up then she get them dollars up |
| And leave your coward ass standing there without a buck |
| I’m trying to knock it out, bitch trying to knock it up |
| My lifestyle guarantees me a lot of sluts |
| That’s why I like to get around like a hockey puck |
| A lot of bitches try to tell me that I’m cocky but |
| I want it all and the universe is not enough (The universe is not enough) |
| Special, especially with the heavy metal |
| Special, these gun shots’ll make a mess of you |
| I suggest you, do what the rest do |
| Shut your mouth and rock a vest dude, especially you |
| They keep me in the show cause I elevate crowds |
| In these dark days I can separate clouds |
| And illuminate stages but never take bows |
| There’s so many jokes, I’m a glimmer of hope |
| Y’all chopped up soap, you pretend to be dope |
| So I’m snatching all the apples in my enemies throats |
| I’m special, I think I got dropped on my head |
| So I watch for my bread and keep twat in the bed |
| A sure bet I’m a lock for the spread |
| You can bet the house you read my mouth |
| You’ll see how real it is when I behead your spouse |
| Guilty Simpson, champion of one round bouts |
| I’m about gunplay, what y’all bout? |
| NOTHING! |
| So I take y’all out and keep busting |
| Don’t start static with us cause we hustling |
| In broad day light act like you seen something |
| You ever seen a hundred crooks on the grind |
| That’ll put it through your window when you look through your blinds? |
| That’s a real example of organised crime |
| That’s why in every rhyme I’mma glorify nines |
| And drive on the lines with the 45 flying |
| I’m bout to get rich or I’m gonna die trying |
| But my name ain’t 50 |
| Here to dominate the game, the game is shifty |
| Uh, Guilty Simpson |
| Dabrye |
| What y’all want bitches? |
| Especially you! |