Dabrye - Special lyrics

[Intro - Guilty Simpson](Guilty Simpson) Guilty Simpson n***a (Yeah) Detroit, Michigan let's go [Verse 1 - Guilty Simpson] (Guilty Simpson) Live as f** With a big a** gun, who wanna size me up? I got a 40 cal chilling right beside my nuts Rap sh** helps me monopolize my bucks (Yeah!) Shotties'll pop and body your block (Get 'em!) f** it, I'm hot, co*ky 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 a**, youngin Gun shots mean Guilty's coming And when through chasing your a** you'll still be running I can say this verse twice, it'll still be stunning For n***as 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 sh** 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 a** standing there without a buck I'm trying to knock it out, b**h trying to knock it up My lifestyle guarantees me a lot of s*uts That's why I like to get around like a hockey puck A lot of b**hes try to tell me that I'm co*ky but I want it all and the universe is not enough (The universe is not enough) [Hook - Paradime] x 2 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 [Verse 2 - Guilty Simpson] 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 [Hook] x 2 [Outro - Paradime] Uh, Guilty Simpson Dabrye What y'all want b**hes? Especially you!