Special Teamz - One Call lyrics

You better empty every bank account and
Bet it on Special Teamz
Do that repeatedly don't forget it
Cause the way you niggas spit
Gives me a headache, you're pathetic
It bothers me even though I shouldn't let it
I’m the nicest nigga up here
You gotta give me credit, yeah I said it
Put your gasoline drawers on cause
Hell is where you’re headed
These enemies hate on Jaysaun and Metadeit
Got a pet four-fifth and hollow heads
Is what I fed it
Before I feed it I will end your life
Believe it you will end up quadriplegic
Hardly breathing at the same time I’ll be
Bailing out your local precinct
No matter what the season I’m released in
I will show up at your house for no reason
I wasn’t born to be a savage man
The childhood was average


Now addicted to the carats and the cabbage
Repeat after me, similar to a parrot
You see me and Edo G, yup
We still Gotta Have It

We ain’t scared of none y’all
Cause we can get all y’all
Hit up with one call we birthed your style
In other words we sonned y’all
You don’t run nothing here, nigga
We run y’all
The S dot T dot, Special Teamz the initials
And anything that differs from
That is unofficial

You faggots still cower at the ill hour
Ain’t no such thing as a great
Talent without great will power
You soft as flowers and
You’re starting to wilt
You rappers got a shelf life
Of a carton of milk
Put the game on tilt, take it on the chest
That’s how I was built
Watch your mouth, that’s how you get killed
Blood gets spilt
And I’mma put it in their mind
Wars are fought one bullet at a time
Battles are won with one
Put it in their rhyme
I’m right up front, the front of the line
Stood on the grind, wood on the line
So the Berry could eat
Who said Edo was sweet?
Special Teamz, put your head to the cleat
While the bitches nod their head to the beat
Double-wood homie, dead, your released
As the violence increase and in
Boston I pray for peace
As I stand over a man that lays deceased

We ain’t scared of none y’all
Cause we can get all y’all
Hit up with one call we birthed your style
In other words we sonned y’all
You don’t run nothing here, nigga
We run y’all
The S dot T dot, Special Teamz the initials
And anything that differs from
That is unofficial

Come on, turn me up i’m the wickedest jerk
Quick to stick my dick in skirt
Of a bitch with a perm
Dope with an itch and sick with a germ
My syphilis sperm hitting a
Spliff with a burn
I was suicidal before but now
My pistols are turned
And the world is in trouble now
I really think so
Cause, I got a bunch of guns and
I never learned to drink slow
Plus I got an inkling that it’s
Time to let the ink flow
I got an iron on me so
My pants are never wrinkled
I bang with the bangers
Hang with the slangers
Bring the cocaine to the game
Until I became famous till I became Slaine
Shit I coulda became nameless
Instead I became hungry until
I became shameless slaine, Ed, and J
Serenade the renegade from center state
To renovate the inner state
Of a sinner’s mind
From the pen and page, this is cooked yay
Homie
Crack, motherfucker, crack motherfucker
Yeah, my momma better pray for me

We ain’t scared of none y’all
Cause we can get all y’all
Hit up with one call we birthed your style
In other words we sonned y’all
You don’t run nothing here, nigga
We run y’all
The S dot T dot, Special Teamz the initials
And anything that differs from
That is unofficial