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Special Delivery


by G-Unit. Buy album CD: Three Flights From Alto Nido


[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 Judah
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 publicity 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
Play safe, 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, 'cause 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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Album: Three Flights From Alto Nido (2008) Lyrics
cd Buy "Three Flights From Alto Nido" CD
  1. 100 Stories
  2. All On Black
  3. As You Were
  4. B.R.
  5. Blast Off
  6. Bloodied Up
  7. Child Of The Ghetto
  8. Continental
  9. Cringe
  10. Danger Zone
  11. Doe Fiend
  12. Emma
  13. Enjoy Your Day
  14. Everyday
  15. Everyday Remix Feat. Faith Evans
  16. I Am
  17. I'd Be Lying
  18. I'm Dying Tomorrow
  19. If You Want This Money
  20. Keep It Gangsta
  21. Let's Get It
  22. Let's Get It (Remix)
  23. Maybe I'll Catch Fire
  24. Message From Kathlene
  25. My Little Needle
  26. One Way
  27. Private Eye
  28. Radio
  29. San Francisco
  30. Shit Happens Everyday
  31. Sleepyhead
  32. Sorry About That
  33. Southern Rock
  34. Special Delivery
  35. Special Delivery (Remix)
  36. Stupid Kid
  37. Take Lots With Alcohol
  38. The Ride
  39. Trucks And Trains
  40. Tuck Me In
  41. We've Had Enough
  42. You've Got So Far To Go

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