(0:21) The electronic jingle sound used here and throughout the song is a sample from the song/track: ‘You Keep Me Hanging On’ by ‘The Moog Machine.’ (1969) You can find it on CZcams.
Still knocking girlies off the sounds of thriller Bedsheet guerilla chocolate swirls to vanilla No beats iller watch for the demon seed killer Skillet my words sizzle ya mind from the heat Shocking ya spine break all lines disc out of line From snapping soul train musical divines fines Thrown on me ball so hard biggest dog in the yard No chain gang but this Sam will cook ya hook ya Kareem Abdul break rules Laker fools who wanna duel Against the Billy the kid wild wild west manifest Against the best Texas vets stay with higher bets SD's I keep 'em in check catch a fly ride private jet Watches necklaces pinky rings stay icy drippin' wet Feed the poison to enemies pets call me mr kill a vet No sweat but make heat fire standing Higher Messiah Amplifier plugged in get my zoning mics in ya ear boning Jives be smoking fake locing out in the open scopin' Phonies playin like the O'Jays snow girls Sara Jay Tryna move in on my way slick bodies sing Ole Wait they can't stick me for a love jones in my bones Tryna make some half n half clones I stick to my own Word to Simone skin black and yellow Othello Hello looking at the tragedies above and below The belt buckle tryna get hers hands to flow In my pockets I blocked it sent her to a sky rocket Out of my face misplaced the fake return to sender No stamp first class tramp tryna enter my ramp Hold up love this'll cost ya at least 10 thousand doves Defense like the glove shove all critics til they wings above Hands laid together prayers moved by the feathers No tears effect me black Gatsby girls get horny to my raspy Voice make no noise check my poise SD number 1 choice
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!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O Fuck bitches on the rag with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, in the Foxhills Mall Where I copped two more, brought four for RZA Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 off of dust dime I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp coke dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery [Hook: P. Diddy] (I want that) Special delivery!!! (I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!! (Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!! (Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!! (I want that) We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!! (I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!! (Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!! (Well give it to me) [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 give a 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 exhaulted At your door with a portrait of 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 airless flow with punctured lungs Go 'head and stand there and bump ya gums If ya wan't the problem we can hurry up and come bury ya I'mma play the courier [Hook: P. Diddy] Special delivery!!! (I want that) Yeah come on, special delivery!!! (I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!! (Can I have that?) Ha-ha ha-ha, special delivery!!! (Well give it to me) Come on come on!!! Special delivery!!! (I want that) Yeah yeah!!! Special delivery!!! (I need that) What what!!! Special delivery!!! (Can I have that?) Ladies and gentlemen, Keith Murray, ahh!! (Well give it to me) [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 and 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 a stutter Oxymoron, 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 [Hook: P. Diddy] (I want that) Special delivery!!! (I need that) This is the remix!!! Special delivery!!! (Can I have that?) Get wit me now come on special delivery!!!! (Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!! Special delivery!!! Ay yo hold up a second......this is the remix So let's bring back my man, Craig Mack
What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes Then the sun die, the night is young though The diamonds still shine, get it rough h- What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, where the ones go? It's a sh- show, put you front row Talkin' sh-, bro? Let your tongue show Money over b- and above h- That is still my favorite love quote Put the gun inside, what the f- for? I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore What the f- yo? Where the love go? Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle It's a blood bath, where the suds go? It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go? If she's iffy, there the drugs go If she sip lean, double-cup toast I got a duffle full of hundos There the love go, where's the uproar? What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo Get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro' I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke At your front door with a gun stowed "Knock-knock, who's there?" is how it won't go This the jungle so have the utmost For the nutzos, and we nuts, so What the f-, bro? It's where I'm from, bro We grow up fast, we roll up slow We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope Dreadlock hang down like you dun know Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow Extra clip in the stash like a console Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald What the f- bro? Where the love go? Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross Just look up, bro, there the scuds go I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Hmm, to the unknown Only way he comin' is through his unborns If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar? What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
Get smack silly Get smack silly Slapped back to Philly - College of New Rochelle bought & owned by P Diddy - Rap in co-op city - No Mr. T pitty - Got mo kids then Gillie - Gotta Purple Lucilley - Rip all your clothes off - Hole in your Donut - Hot Bologna cold cuts - Guess who just showed up - Its Sean Love, Mister - Sharp like a scissor - Sip Ciroc liquor - If Prince a Gold Nigga - Puff Platinum winner - We cook the dinner - Meet in Mount Vernon - I'm Heavy D's surgeon - Warm chest wit the Bourbon - I Ruff Ride for Erving - We Own the City - Kim Por-ter was Pretty - Brown skin like Missy - When she gets around she play fights Hugs & kisses me - ( & put it in the video -) I'm coming in clear FM stereo - Private plane just landed - My haters They can't stand it - I pull up In a galactic death star ship Like Thanos - I got the keys Like Quincy Jones Piano - ( make this money ) ( take this money ) A continuation. 2nd verse of special delivery. A connected mixtape sound.
0:00 to 0:21 you ascend to heaven
0:21 to 0:23 you see Jesus
0:25 to 4:07 Jesus lets you in through the gates and you start bustin out the stanky leg.
you need way more likes than this 😂
@@yungliverthief1372 facts lol
Lol that funny
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Busting out the Harlem Shake , the real one.
this is low key one of the best instrumentals ever
One of the greatest freestyle beats EVER
(0:21) The electronic jingle sound used here and throughout the song is a sample from the song/track: ‘You Keep Me Hanging On’ by ‘The Moog Machine.’ (1969) You can find it on CZcams.
It sound like dbz lol
I stopped drinking Red Bulls and started listening to this, I've been promoted three times since then.
Bullshit
😂😂
Lol ikr
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I like that moment when the beat goes "beep beep-beep, beep-beep beep-beep, beep..beep...."
Still banging
Stuck in a trance with this ⏰…love it!
Hey I was thinking the same thing I was just going to leave a comment love it until I saw yours😄
Damn back in the day, I listened this song a damn lot!!
Every artist wants this beat on their album...🤭
One of the greatest rap instrumentals ever imo. Free G-Dep
Pretty sure he deserves his sentence bruh
My friend: I Can’t fkn sleep!
Me: I got some relaxing music
(Reaches at 00:21)
🤣🤣🤣had em up all night jamming when he thought he had some sleep music. This is one hell of a troll
that was my jam back in the days !
The real Harlem shake
This instr is clean ... I think I can rap again
Beanie Sigel dissed the shit outta Jadakiss over this beat.
Jada bodied beans tho
I start hitting the Harlem shake for no reason
This is on key
1 ah coldest instrumentals Eva! 🧨🔥🧨🔥🧨🔥
Zed Lpeez did an incredible job on this beat!
#FreeGDep
He’s Home Now 3:45
Lil Wayne just had to destroy a masterpiece. This is best enjoyed with no lyrics.
how tf did he destroy it its lit.. And you only hate when he makes a hit but you never listened to carter 2 or all his realsh1t
Cube Ayo ignore dis punk, his opinion mean shit
Facts
WE GOT HARLEM ON THE RISEEE I LET IT RAIN, I CLEAR IT OUT
I was like 16 17 when this came out
Verdell Council I was only 3 😂😭
Verdell Council I’m guessing you’re 35 or 36 now?
When this shit dropped I was like 16 tryna get some head from a mixed thing
Me too, 16 and having Harlem Shake battles with my buddies at the parties 😊
0:28
Swizz Beatz and Lil Wayne: *Mine Now*
Still knocking girlies off the sounds of thriller
Bedsheet guerilla chocolate swirls to vanilla
No beats iller watch for the demon seed killer
Skillet my words sizzle ya mind from the heat
Shocking ya spine break all lines disc out of line
From snapping soul train musical divines fines
Thrown on me ball so hard biggest dog in the yard
No chain gang but this Sam will cook ya hook ya
Kareem Abdul break rules Laker fools who wanna duel
Against the Billy the kid wild wild west manifest
Against the best Texas vets stay with higher bets
SD's I keep 'em in check catch a fly ride private jet
Watches necklaces pinky rings stay icy drippin' wet
Feed the poison to enemies pets call me mr kill a vet
No sweat but make heat fire standing Higher Messiah
Amplifier plugged in get my zoning mics in ya ear boning
Jives be smoking fake locing out in the open scopin'
Phonies playin like the O'Jays snow girls Sara Jay
Tryna move in on my way slick bodies sing Ole
Wait they can't stick me for a love jones in my bones
Tryna make some half n half clones I stick to my own
Word to Simone skin black and yellow Othello
Hello looking at the tragedies above and below
The belt buckle tryna get hers hands to flow
In my pockets I blocked it sent her to a sky rocket
Out of my face misplaced the fake return to sender
No stamp first class tramp tryna enter my ramp
Hold up love this'll cost ya at least 10 thousand doves
Defense like the glove shove all critics til they wings above
Hands laid together prayers moved by the feathers
No tears effect me black Gatsby girls get horny to my raspy
Voice make no noise check my poise SD number 1 choice
ayus
🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽
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!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!!
Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!!
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four thousand and better
The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater
Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O
Fuck bitches on the rag with no problemo
Iceberg, rabbits, in the Foxhills Mall
Where I copped two more, brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent
Made 30 off of dust dime I was killin 'em
Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em
Them days kept a crisp coke dollar bill on 'em
I lived it out -- special delivery
I spit it out -- special delivery
I sniffed it out -- special delivery
[Hook: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
(I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!!
(Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!!
(I want that) We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!!
(I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!!
(Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!!
(Well give it to me)
[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 give a 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 exhaulted
At your door with a portrait of 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 airless flow with punctured lungs
Go 'head and stand there and bump ya gums
If ya wan't the problem we can hurry up and come bury ya
I'mma play the courier
[Hook: P. Diddy]
Special delivery!!!
(I want that) Yeah come on, special delivery!!!
(I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Ha-ha ha-ha, special delivery!!!
(Well give it to me) Come on come on!!! Special delivery!!!
(I want that) Yeah yeah!!! Special delivery!!!
(I need that) What what!!! Special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Ladies and gentlemen, Keith Murray, ahh!!
(Well give it to me)
[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 and 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 a stutter
Oxymoron, 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
[Hook: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
(I need that) This is the remix!!! Special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Get wit me now come on special delivery!!!!
(Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!! Special delivery!!!
Ay yo hold up a second......this is the remix
So let's bring back my man, Craig Mack
#BURNUNIT. EASY MO BEE!!! KILLED THIS SHIT!! #KEEPITSIMPLE!! RESPECT!! LOUIS GRAY😎
What The F’’k Though, (Damn) Where The Love Go? (Oh!) Five! Four! Three! Two! I Let One Go!!!
Rob we miss you already
My introduction
@2:38 the beat drop makes your heart stop
DJ EZ EL PEE on this. AGAIN!
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat
You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is young though
The diamonds still shine, get it rough h-
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It's a sh- show, put you front row
Talkin' sh-, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over b- and above h-
That is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the f- for?
I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore
What the f- yo?
Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle
It's a blood bath, where the suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go?
If she's iffy, there the drugs go
If she sip lean, double-cup toast
I got a duffle full of hundos
There the love go, where's the uproar?
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
Get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro'
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro
Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun stowed
"Knock-knock, who's there?" is how it won't go
This the jungle so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the f-, bro?
It's where I'm from, bro
We grow up fast, we roll up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down like you dun know
Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald
What the f- bro?
Where the love go?
Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up, bro, there the scuds go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go?
Hmm, to the unknown
Only way he comin' is through his unborns
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
yeah i like lil waynes more tbh
@@SplatyATL I know right, it's more lit.
@@SplatyATL that ish is trash... smh
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Just include the female hook "I want that"_ "I need that"_ "Give it to me".
Knock knock whose there is how it won't go
Nice
On paper route back 😢😅
Yo yo yo oooooohhh
Get smack silly
Get smack silly
Slapped back to Philly -
College of New Rochelle
bought & owned by P Diddy -
Rap in co-op city -
No Mr. T pitty -
Got mo kids then Gillie -
Gotta Purple Lucilley -
Rip all your clothes off -
Hole in your Donut -
Hot Bologna cold cuts -
Guess who just showed up -
Its Sean Love, Mister -
Sharp like a scissor -
Sip Ciroc liquor -
If Prince a Gold Nigga -
Puff Platinum winner -
We cook the dinner -
Meet in Mount Vernon -
I'm Heavy D's surgeon -
Warm chest wit the Bourbon -
I Ruff Ride for Erving -
We Own the City -
Kim Por-ter was Pretty -
Brown skin like Missy -
When she gets around
she play fights
Hugs & kisses me -
( & put it in the video -)
I'm coming in clear FM stereo -
Private plane just landed -
My haters
They can't stand it -
I pull up
In a galactic death star ship
Like Thanos -
I got the keys
Like Quincy Jones Piano -
( make this money )
( take this money )
A continuation.
2nd verse of special delivery.
A connected mixtape sound.
Me and boys in street (2012)
Guy gets 11 likes, yo yo yo
wtf tho where the love go 5 4 3 2 i let 1 go
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