Music Service


by G. Dep
# Debut Chart
59 Oct '01 R&B
39 Dec '01 Single Sales


[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

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[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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