yo yo yo yo im so a hoe i dont no how she no that she a hoe (x20)
[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)]
(feat. Black Rob)
[G-Dep Talking]
Come here man, You lookin for beef [smacking sound]
Get the fuck over, yea
You thought I wasn't, yea hehehehe
Yea look at me, look at me nigga
Come here, know one thing nigga
[Verse 1: G-Dep]
I think you need to know I'm holdin it down
Wit a hole in this town
It's a hole in da ground, where I stomp
Got these niggaz steady on the watch
Like it's Teddy on da block
If your ready or your not here I come
Nigga you can run you can hide
You can dip you can slide
You can duck you can ride you can flee
I give a nigga, one test now it's one less
That's how easily you can be eliminated
Program to scan rock jams
Get down from where I stand to Scotland
Dustin like Hothman
If that'll stop what you got planned the shot's
Ask your man, ask your girl, ask your crew
I'm hittin high, I'm hittin low what a nigga have to do
You want drama I'm a have to act a fool
Had to laugh at the aftermath now I'm after you and
[Chorus: G-Dep]
One way or another I'm a find ya
And I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya
One day maybe next week, I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getch ya, getch ya unngghh
[Verse 2: Black Rob]
Cowardest cats, names don't ring no bell
Been grabbin niggaz up by they coat
Coke rhyme but It's dope as hell
Nigga four tooth the
Still had to broke in jail
Wit a parole hold just the systems so cold
Had me thinkin under pressure that this kid won't fold
When the feds came in extremely vocal, aint stutta
Shoutin out my name and my social
Wasn't to hard to find I stay local
If I would of known you was sinkin I would of bin by coastals
See I'm a do what I'm supposed to
Even if I gotta dress up and knock on your door like I'm the postal
Your ass is grass and that's that
Better strap up your vest and that's that
Come through wit ski masks and black
With the boomshack with the crack crack fuckin rat nigga
[Chorus: G-Dep]
[Verse 3: G-Dep]
Just when you thought it was over
But that aint the code of a soldier look over your shoulder
Came through low in the rover knowin ya nova
Trouble was seen then see trouble was me
Double your speed, punch through metal fa sure
I got the metal in store, whatch you medallin for
I used to boost pedals
NowI'm vocal peddal the four let this settle the score
Now check it
Won't have to rest to switch hands and
Six mill-e-on ree-sons you should switch plans
It a happened all too fast to fans
Like a wind brass, shoot glass, shit sand
Thinking it would all sink in like quicksand
But, this is why I direct the shit and
Cut now it's done, what now it's won
Like the Wild Wild West it's Dep and
[Chorus: G-Dep]
G-Dep singing the chorus in parts
One way
I'm a find ya
Getch ya, one day
But I'm a find ya
Unngghh
One Way
I'm a find ya and I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya
One day
But I'm a find ya
And I'm a getch ya, getch ya unngghh
(feat. Black Rob, P-Diddy)
[Black Rob]
[Mumbling]
[G-Dep]
Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready,
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (* Phone Sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it,
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen
[Chorus]
[G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)]
Make this money
Take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh)
Shake it honey (Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it (Let's get it)
[G-Dep]
Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the soldiers sit,
When I came, the game that I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants,
Might guard him with my man's a type barber
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Billboard read it believe it
[Chorus]
[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the water,
I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler
All the five quarters, headline supporters,
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order
[P-Diddy]
Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city,
Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage
Ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia,
If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
NOT GUILTY
Plus I'm filthy
C'mon
[Chorus]
[Black Rob (Puffy)]
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in their channel with the opposite handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle
Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob,
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing
Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the only one who gets played for bling, bling
I represent eight blocks and sing-sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens
Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)
[Chorus x3]
(feat. Kool G. Rap, Rakim)
[Kool G Rap]
G Rap with my nigga G-Dep
We about to do it Gorilla style, u heard
It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know
Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it
Coming rambo style nigga
2 guns up
Y'all niggaz better duck down
I'll get your cap lifted off
Thats how we doing it for the new millennium u heard
[G Dep]
Regardless of the wait i'm gonna stay straight ghetto
Everybody high, don't nobody say hello
Even when the sunshining it ain't yellow
Get out of the borough
If u know it ain't thorough
Niggas play ball, AWOL, on the furlow
Still came down on the furl and pumped hero
Red and grey Macs
Keep it clean as Ajax
Ghettos sling cracks
While u niggas pay tax
Now how ghetto is this
u can catch me in your hallway taking a piss
One hand on my dick one hand on a spliff
Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips
If we aint closed it I get ferocious
Know this whole shit will leave me in them roaches
In your car motion I cause commotion
And i probably need some lotion
But i don't get fucked
[CHORUS]
[G Dep (sung)]
I am
(a ghetto nigga)
A ghetto nigga you can tell in a talk
On the corner selling the snort
It's hell in New York
Won't stop for a minute cops telling you hawk
Fake guards telling you pork
Settle for shorts
Running from court
New ports, criminal thoughts
On the blocks bodies acourt
Nobody supports
[Rakim]
It's a ghetto nigga thorough niggas that get cake
Five boroughs of niggaz do his a flip weight
Change garments to trick Jake, u dis jake
I want it yo I got warrants in six states
They come in a stolen whip with switched plates
Stickers hate I never leave a bread to trace
Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face
In the corner with the crooked niggas
But yo shit's straight
We start war to leave with these seven revolvers
Sell case never test the floor
Sticky yank slicking enough y'all
I'm a man enough to put on a dress
To creep up like grand-moma and bust y'all
Get close enough to part your vest and tux off
Who would have thought the lady with the car would crush y'all
Too smart to get caught
But I got fam up north
So if they put me in coughs
I'll call fuck y'all
[CHORUS]
[Kool G Rap]
Knock back the hammer smell the
Pop that cantelope
For the venom in my python spit
It ain't no antidote
Jackpot from crack blocks
I was a man of dope
Snapshots to get your camera broke
You hoes used to plan a gross
With the hands toast
Close and stand opposed
Rubber bands she knows
Grams of the coke
Razor blade tuck the side the line
The banter of the coke
Watching niggas die with my hand on their doe
Singing with the bass
And wash up the land when they float
Choking on your own words
Should have watched the ground when u spoke
One last final approach
Make your whole family ghost
Bust bottles of cham and and we toast
Till your photo stamped in the post
Sex gland cut off jammed in ur throat
Man are u gross
Bitch hanging from the lampost
We shoot from up close
Blow canners the most
Catch an overdose
Nigga we own the coast
[G Dep (sung)]
I am
(a ghetto nigga) [X2]
[Fade Out]
A yo, I walk down the block with my stomach in knots
Spent time hustling, running from cops
Broke as a joke, no ends at all
Can't play ball and my Timbs is small
Can't buy trees with government cheese
I rather be where its breeze, niggas bubbling ki's
My moms got two jobs one on her knees
and writin letters to the governor "Please call off the deeds"
My baby mother with another brother with cash
and drive by roll down the window and laugh
I solve all my problems with indo and hash
Bought my daughter a Nintendo now she calling it Dad
My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work
My little sister twelve and she bought her own skirt
Rather do Kirk than do her homework
Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump for joy
Shit's twisted, opportunity not but I missed it
Out in the park gettin lifted
So now I'm sittin here shit out of luck without a buck
and it don't make a difference
So do you hear me
'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly
I got to know I got to go
I strive for my pay each and every way
but this type of shit it happens everyday
It's like I'm trapped in a maze walk around in a daze
I won't rest 'til I'm paid or I'm down in my grave
I wanna look tough, but my sneakers is scuffed
Everyday pants in the week is enough
I had a little money but it came and it went
Now its either pay the rent or stay in a tent
and it don't make sense how the shit is intense
and all you got up in your pocket is lint, you get the hint
I had a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners
Cried for my lunch and sleep for dinner
I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner
He called me everything except for a winner
I'm walking in the rain wishing things would change
It ain't a game, mad I pawned all the rings and chains
Emotionally scarred form losing my job
Pass the nod nigga, times is hard
[CHORUS]
So do you hear me
'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly
I got to know, I got to go
I strive for my pay each and every way
but this type of shit it happens everyday
Now would you check me
If I was you and you was me, would you respect me
I got to know I got to go
I strive for my pay each and every way
but this type of shit it happens everyday
I ain't gonna front, all I want is a blunt
a pair of blue and yellow dunks and my hundreds in chunks
But, people see me, put they purse to the front
I'm waking up early on the first of the month
Honeys don't respect when you call 'em collect
and it's 25 cent you can call 'em direct
I put my life on the line I ain't making a dime
Nigga call me "Never mind , man you're wastin' your time"
A yo, I'm livin' in the ghetto and I'm tryin' to survive
At the same time a nigga rolling by in a five
Can find a drive for a 9-5
It's like I only get by when I'm feeling the high
And I ain't got no smoke, the elevator broke
I'm at the end of my rope tryin to find a way to cope
I'm sipping on Gin thinking how I could win
I don't know where it begins but this is where it could end
[CHORUS]
[background ad libs by P. Diddy]
(Danger)
(Danger)
(Ah ah ah)
(Danger)
Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole fucking family by
This is how we ride, see me, smoking that seaweed
Y'all gonna see me today
Fuck that, when we come through just crowd
Crowd up around y'all listen to the sound
Yo, this is for the way we rock
Thinkin' Bad Boy gonna stop, we not
Yo, we step up in the scene like oh!
You hear their flow and then there they go
In the Range Ro' see the ringers go blind
There the brain go every single time
Put it in perspective, reflection in step
Step to the left while I rep it to the death
Easily approached, smokin' on the roach in coach
til I'm so high I'm on another plane
Hey, every fucking spot we go, we just rock you see now we know
Fuckin' news cameras they want to get the footage
Wanna grind out find out where my hood is
Let's just say that this is how we put it, down
Y'all niggas cool out and lounge
Fuck around, radios down this
Say we go round this bullshit straight to the plate
Now, every fucking spot we go
Gust when you thought we would stop, we go
Came a long way from them nice hallways
What you talk about we could do it all day, what you say now
[Hook 1]
Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger)
Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger)
Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger)
You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger)
You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger)
Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger)
Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger)
Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger)
If you don't know you better (ah ah ah)
Get your coverage, got no money for the show then dub it
Make moves forward, get on with the green
Get the white out, I'm a blow wit ya team
Put it up in smoke, when the album wrote
Cadillac on spokes and it ain't a fuckin' joke
Ain't no laughin', straight up mashing
Catch me in a brand new ate up Madison
Magazine ads and G-Dep has it
Bad Boy classic, that boy acid
That's it, blowing up your audio
Stacking is all we know, catch you before we go world
Yeah, This is just the way we roll
Got a bank roll, I'm a get it on swoll
Fuck the parole, catch me in Cancun
Niggas wanna know when my joint go boom, soon
[Hook 2]
Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger)
Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger)
Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger)
You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger)
You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger)
Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger)
'cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger)
Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger)
Fully loaded full pound (ah ah ah) is a dangerous sound
Got me aimin' to pound on dangerous ground
My aim gear is sound, type like wind is
to changin' the cloud and it rains on the crowd
You blazin' this loud, you raisin' your brow in amazement
Astounded, your plane been grounded
Name been clowned and your brain been found in
the Asian brown bin with flies around it
Look what the pound did, not like the brown kid
Then look around 'cause you're quite surrounded
Fight the rounds but can't find the rounds
that might swipe you down, it looks like you're down, kid
Spoon fed in the hospital bed when I popped you
Ain't shit the doctor you dead
Start listening to gospel instead
Cops still the head so I'm hostile in Fed, so
[Hook 3]
Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger)
Niggas don't roam to the Danger Zone (danger)
Everywhere I go is a Danger Zone (danger)
You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger)
You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger)
Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger)
Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger)
Cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger)
[Hook 4]
Now everybody know about the Danger Zone (danger)
Little mutherfuckers and their age is grown (danger)
Lotta niggas had to get their fame you blown (danger)
Just to get known in the Danger Zone (danger)
You gotta know the codes in the Danger Zone (danger)
Shit might explode in the Danger Zone (danger)
Niggas unload in the Danger Zone (danger)
You gotta blaze your chrome or change is on (danger)
(ahh ahh ahh)
(feat. Mark Curry, Loon)
[G. Dep]
Yeah...
Yeah, me and my man's and them
We gon' blast off
Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop
Come on to the top, blast off
Yeah, yo
Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep
No 'lax' in my tracks they potent
Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin'
I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya
When I swerve hit nerves
Number 1 contenders, I put 'em on injured reserve
And everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum,
mores trap to mold in
Once I explode and I, burn up the road and
Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen
Understand, the world's in my hand
G. Dep in this scam, no stunt
Bitch play the front
And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac
Cause yo, I'm about to blast off -
Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case
Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone
[Mark Curry]
Yo, yo, uh
Who's a nigga harder than me
On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be
Damn, Curry ain't the shit Put the name in your mouth
Got it different You ain't on what you talkin' about
Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me
I'm feelin' for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me
Know how to manhand' it's real as it get
Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this
Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy
Gutters of the street where my mind be
Play the game, get you a 'zil'
Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill
Heat, got it with me still
Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched
Out like your motherfuckin' guns bust, BLAOW
Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace
Bitch, I'm about to-
[G. Dep]
Blast off, yo I get it poppin'
When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin'
Yo, I'm about to blast off
See me at the show, when I rock everybody know
Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off
Bottles gon' pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock
Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off
Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot
[Loon]
Aiyyo son, I'm about to blast off, like an astronaut
Niggas don't wanna see a nigga blast the glock
Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks
And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers
Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger
Fuck fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger
Catch one of you rap cats in the 'Humdinger'
Some niggas get shot, live and become singers
Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified
Than to stand here and testify
But, other than that though, we never get caught
We Joy Jefferson walk, out of federal court
We gettin' bread in New York, ain't better the sport
So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support
But, I think it's best you go 'head and just walk
Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse
Yo, I'm about to-
[G. Dep]
Blast off-
Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case
Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone
[Verse 1]
First off, how you gon' come off
All this rap shit, get done off
Man listen this a passionate mind
I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme
Wet dat, dead dat, cash on the line
In an orderly fashion in the back'a the line
Can't talk now, I got cash on tha mind
Bitches and dolla signs dance in they mind
I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow
Man I don't love dat hoe
All I see is cash flow
Brains an occasional ass hole
What I need is a, whole lotta money involved
I might run into Rob and run in ya job
Real cats take chances
Then I make ya +head spin+ like +break dancers+
[Chorus]
My niggas in the front don't front
My niggas in the back, where you at
My niggas on the side, bout to slide
My niggas in the middle we rock just a little
Then we ride, the ride
My bitches in the front don't front
My bitches in the back, where you at
My bitches on the side, bout to slide
My bitches in the middle we rock just a little
Then we ride, the ride
[Verse 2]
If raps don't work, need ta put some in
I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in
Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture
Chick roastin like motion picture
Have you any idea, how many nice MC's
And how many I feared - None
Just trust me son, I do what must be done
And I just begun, I let em-
Count sheep, rock em to sleep
Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep
Let's go, Expo top of the line
Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a-
Big Bad Boy you could meet
Men use beef and its all you can eat, I be the-
Dep with a G in the front
Front, fuck around and be in a trunk
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't no games if you're curious B
Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta-
Put a big hole in the joint
Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, its like-
Mind over matter with this
Mad Hatter with this, battle with this
Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+
I'm pro and you a princess, come on
Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie
And ya aim ain't steady
Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy
Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty
Must be stupid or somethin'
Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin'
Live from the 2-1-2
One question: What you gon' do
[Chorus Til Fade]
(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 hit every club that my Denali hit
Out for this 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 ammo
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
Then Dave kept the criss 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 exhausted
At your door where the portrait is 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 air let's flow with disfunctioned lungs
Go 'head and stand there and bump the gum
If ya wan't the problem 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
Figure you 'gone survive
You couldn't move to my durange, even in a 4 wheel drive
And I'm your highness, finest
You hungry try this, by 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 save 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!!!! Some of bitches
[P. Diddy]
Some 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
(feat. Black Rob, Kain, Loon, Mark Curry)
[Black Rob]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[Loon over Black Rob (P. Diddy)]
We just happy to be here (This is the remix)
Fuckin cock suckers (Bad Boy baby), haha!
[Kain]
Yo.. aiyyo, get smacked silly (right)
Kain am I aid and check wet willys (uhh)
Dep cracked the dutch cause Curry broke the philly (what)
News at ten, Bad Boy, hope ya know not them dudes again
(not them dudes again) Yeah we hold vendettas, big ten letters
(what) S6s with fourteen antennas (c'mon)
Or in the Porsche with the buckets back, hah
(Oh my God!) Bitches like, "Who the fuck is that"
Ciaffi, freaked off, drunk off Saki (that's right)
Got 'em +Eyeing The Tiger+ like +Rocky+ (c'mon)
When I, step on the scene I'm expectin my cream
Stand by and I'm reppin for Queens (that's right)
My destination is, detonation (say what)
If one verse-out, my mouth could dead a nation (that's right)
Yeah I said it, and Diddy gon' and did it (c'mon)
Put these rappers on edit, now let's get it (let's get it)
[Chorus]
Make this money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uhh) shake it honey (let's get it)
Take it money, now let's get it (let's get it)
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby..
We just happy to be back
[Mark Curry]
Curry the paperchaser, lace the track up with 16 bars of crack
Bring it back from the block, sub on () workin it wherever you at
Get the money and the nigga, no takin nothin from me
I'm hungry for it, I'm fadin niggaz 'cross the border
And if they want war, we can war (we can war)
I'm chin-chose down to the floor (uhh)
Round 'em and count 'em, take 'em all (uhh)
Ya lookin for the hook up, who ya call
The M the A the R the K the C-U double R-Y
Shit crackin all night, gotta hear it all types
I'm to the pavement, my nights and days wit (uh-huh)
While you stare in amazement, I'm hotter than Cajun
You're blazin, throwin up my tre's in, who want 'em
Just like that, a 360 on 'em, get that
Twist yo' ball caps and rep how ya livin
It's all about the cash, let's get it (let's go)
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
C'mon, Bad Boy's young guns
This, is, the, remix - Loon..
[Loon]
Uhh, yeah, now check it out, yo, check it out
I'm 'bout a dollar, son, I see through it, I gotta follow
(c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta holla (holla)
Simple and plain (plain), the reason why I entered the game
(that's right) I seen Sean do it, so I'm tryin to get it the same
(let's go) Pimpin ain't changed, niggaz still gettin 'em thangs
Got the six with Shaquille feet rippin 'em lanes
Got a chick that's a real freak givin me brains
The temperature changed, soon as nigga get off the plane
So ya know a nigga gettin some change, stand over the game
While do they shake they shoulders the same (why)
We get money, they ain't supposed to be playin
So what we supposed be sayin
You niggaz actin like these crackers ain't payin
So let's get it (you got it), so let did it again (c'mon)
In 2002, son, I'm diggin the Benz (that's right)
With the rims that stop but continue to spin (yeah)
My shorty come with a crew son, I'm diggin the French
So let's get it
[P. Diddy over Loon's last line]
This, is, the, remix
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
Bad Boy baby, The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues
The Saga Continues
[G. Dep]
Soul Controller (yeah!), rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
(c'mon) I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter (yeah)
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game 'til it say "Out of order"
(uh-huh) Put the high score up, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe
Head on the tour bus (ehh)
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders
Call Puffy to order
[P. Diddy]
Aiyyo, call me Diddy, I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty (aah!)
Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it, drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all +Hulkin+ like +Bruce+ did (say what, say what)
Cause I can, break backs and stacks, it's no problem
(no problem) Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
I get worldwide coverage
I got so many spots I don't even buy luggage
Ya love it; make moves major, hide out in Asia
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
NOT GUILTY!! [echoe] C'mon
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby
The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues
[Black Rob]
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle (c'mon)
Forty-five sparks (haha) turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't slay Rob
How many niggaz done tried to play mob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing
Act like you gonna pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "A" block in Sing Sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen
(oh papi!) Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser (take that)
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(he ain't do it) Now let's get it (let's get it)
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby, yeah
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby
2001, The Saga Continues
[P. Diddy]
The Saga Continues, yeah [ad libs to end]
(feat. Shyne)
[G. Dep]
I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit
Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip
I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit
Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff.
Talk about load ya clip, and O's you flip.
When you ain't holdin shit but droze and dick.
Roll the spliff, take the toke
You either gittin cake or broke
You can stay awake or ()
Take a note, take a vote
Buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or I shake ya boat.
Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath
To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat
Bad hoes, ()
See the snake, () leave faith then they hate to go
Yo, Its to late to blow
Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low
[Shyne - Hook]
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Drop the top, and keep it gangsta
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta
[Shyne]
Shyne Po, I keep it () like im supposed too
In a hard top something fronten
I must of () died, came back as a rapper
Scareface, smith and eights, in my life after
Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick
In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich
Im two shells from hell, u can tell im made for this life
District ()
I don't give a fuck, cuase im'a do me
Till them hollow points, rip through me
I was born to die, live for what
Plush slut, bucks, guns and duffs
Spent late nights in the kitchen, wishen
Watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin
Keepin America high, and why wouldn't I
Gangstas don't talk, we beat the case and walk
[Shyne - Hook]
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Flood ya block, and keep it gangsta
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Drop the top, and keep it gangsta
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta
[G. Dep]
Yo, I got wild fed to earn, lead to burn
Stop sign on ya slot time, dead ya turn
Lotta cats gotta wait til they dead to learn
Pastor Rev. Sermen, Ya learnin
Ima wild card to play, guard ya pay
Goodbye's hard to say, cause ya moms to pray
Ya lookin odd and gay, im modern day
Ima rep till im hard and gray, pardon me (may)
Ima make it hard today, bombs away
Lunach grenades, at your () and blaze
Calm ya rage, I aint even on ya page
Ya see-thru like lingerie, guns in a large array
Hit tha door, kick the raw, spit that law, spits some more
Everybody hit tha floor, im quick to draw
Flows like hittin bitches raw, to sick to cure.
[Shyne - Hook]
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Drop the top, and keep it gangsta
We them niggas with big guns and big dicks
Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta
Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!
[G. Dep]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)
I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
Shak, shak, right in his back
I might just crack while I'm writin this rap
From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack
I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal
I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill"
It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know
Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough
Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go
Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow
Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene
Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between
Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down
Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us
But hey..
[Chorus]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be
Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY
[G. Dep]
I take you back to the scene of the stunt
Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want
And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here
Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
Get us some gear to get us in here
Waited years to get a premier and did it from here
Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them
Take you back to the 80's around
Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks
Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks
You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops
Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact
When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga
[Chorus]
[G. Dep]
Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new
Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew
Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix
Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips
Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow
Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure
Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor
Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate
Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..
Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break
Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo
[Chorus - 2X (to fade)]
