Lyrics:
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
fools try to deny that the ?man? can fly
Just cook 'em all up like gumbo
And block their ass like Mutumbo
Cause your album dropped off the charts like
Kenny Parker on the
mix!
[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One
fly
Just cook 'em all up like gumbo
And block their ass like Mutumbo
Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo
We are new and improved to make
forget K-Fed, let's cut off the middle man
Forget him or you're gonna end up in the hospital again
And this time it won't be for the Ritalin binge
an A to the K
Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin' your legs
Eight different ways, aim for the waist, you chumps don't
Even know how to do somethin'
to trick
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you tryin' to hide, hopin' that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You're
I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the A-K forty seven
is "The Villain"
My homey from the see-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
People said to me the S-K-B
Is rap gonna stay until infinity?
As long as me and V be makin' up the beats
You will hear people sayin' "I hear music"
but had the same heart (yeah)
Enjoyed seeing the light, but lived in the dark
Fifth album, bumped heads in the parking lot (aight)
Was a quiet
Let me take you through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
Heavy guns and dope funds and raids
forget K-Fed, let's cut off the middle man
Forget him or you're gonna end up in the hospital again
And this time it won't be for the Ritalin binge
pounds of FIRE! You can't fade us
WHY? We players NOW! These haters DIE!
We got them killers in spots
Dwellin and K'd up
(I) keep my riders close by when
got
I went to downtown L.A.
Got picked up by the cops
I didn't get what I wanted
But I didn't care a thought
I saw that life was kidding
Look
bitches, on my mind
It's been like that for a real long time
I know the way them hoes take your cash
They let you fuck and make you pay up fast
Trick
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
You can suck my big black D,I,C,K trick bitch I know you acting gay and shit (4 times)
(Verse)
Suck it hard suck it good bitch open up your mouth
the cannon
Listen close I got duct tape and rope
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'Bannons
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy
That's the A-K
a bastard, come here, baby, I'm yo' dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don't ever tax
Spend this shit and get it back
I don't like none of you
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
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