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Rolling 200 Deep

DJ Kay Slay, Sheek Louch, Snoop Dogg, Raekwon, Papoose, Bun B, Millyz, Dave East, D.M.C., Jim Jones, AZ, Sha Rock, Ice-T, Freeway, Maino, Rev Run, NEMS, Royal Flush, Grandmaster Caz, Cassidy, King Flo, Cory Gunz, KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz, Lil’ Fame, Billy Danze, Coke La Rock, Spinderella, Sauce Money, RJ Payne, Uncle Murda, Whispers (MC, BX, NY), Keen Streetz, Piff Jones, Nero Ron, Large Professor, OT the Real, Paul Wall, Nino Man, Mic Geronimo, Ransom, Ms. Hustle, Grandmaster Melle Mel, Shoota93, Ras Kass, DJ Doo Wop, Haddy Racks, Kid Capri, Bynoe, Kool Keith, King Card, B-Real, McGruff, Stan Spit, Kick Gunz, Tony Touch, Vado, Grand Puba, Axel Leon, Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler, Slim Dime, Big Daddy Kane, Shyheim, Oun-P, Page Kennedy, PRAYAH, Tony Yayo, Double XX Posse, Big Noyd, Head I.C.E, E-A-Ski, Sadat X, El Da Sensei, Tame One, Brillo, Daddy-O, Chi-Ali, Tragedy Khadafi, Twista, CeeLo Green, E.D.I. Mean, Hocus45th, BILLBOARD BABY, E-Class Hoodies, Young Poppa Hoodies, China Mac, E. Ness, DJ Paul, Jakk Frost, Kaflow Kaboom, Neek the Exotic, PT Capone, O.C., Termanology, Tony Moxberg, Wais P, Majesty (Live Squad), Talk It Trigga, ZipWitDaDrip, Treach, Rah Digga, Mysonne, Jon Connor, Jae Millz, Rockness Monsta, Steele, Tek, Skyzoo, Mikey Destruction, Young Noble, Tone Trump, Locksmith, Big T, Saigon, Ma Barker, Peter Gunz, King Bliss, Corporal AK, Molecules (Legion), Chucky Smash, Diceman (Rapper), D.V. Alias Khryst, Nutso, Waterbed Kev, Torae, Mickey Factz, Young Buck, 88 Lo, Smooth B, King Malachi, Master Rob, Vita, Merkules, Nytro, Iron Sheikh, Bishop Lamont, CAPITALIST, Jade Diamonds, Sparky D, Fredro Starr, Sticky Fingaz, Paula Perry, Tah Mel, Suits TM, Da Inphamus Amadeuz, Cortez Bodega, Superstar Floss, Innocent, MC TNT, Tracey Lee, Aobie, Kurtis Blow, Lady Katz, MC G.L.O.B.E., Tony Sunshine, Imam T.H.U.G., Mistah F.A.B., Layzie Bone, Lazarus, Neek Da Skittz, J.R. Writer, TERROR VAN POO, ItsBizKit, Dyce Payso, Big Gipp, Khujo Goodie, T-Mo, Klass Murda, Rayvon, Johnny Wa, Chip-Fu, Iman Shupert, J.SOS, Manolo Bandz, Kitty Gata, Ghostface Killah, King Kirk, Big Dubez, Trae tha Truth, Don Q, T.I., KRS-One, E-40, MC Serch

Rolling 200 Deep, 2023, Englisch

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Smokin' that native green leaf
Kay Slay, what up, nigga?
We back at it, huh?
D-Block
Fuck it, let's go back in, round two, yeah
Ayo, not one gold chain in this bitch (Nah)
Young niggas fucked it up what it look like to be rich
Been in this game so long, fuck, it must be a glitch (Haha)
Same nigga, same team, why the fuck would I switch? (I won't)
Two hundred niggas on the same song
I said, ''Big bro, that shit might be a little long''
But if you spittin' with conviction and your verse strong
You'll stand out, I don't give a fuck what the rest is on
Equivalent to none, relevant to all
Kay Slay we pray, 'cause heaven sent the Dogg
Reppin' with my particulars, wretched with my vernacular
Spar with eight bars, there's nothing that's this spectacular
Had it with mathematics, fiend for me like an addict
Top spot in hip-hop, yep, I done had it
I want it back, I need it back, it's mine for real
Silk glove wrapped around the hands of steel
Yeah, sittin' Indian-style, rollin' big spliffies
When it come to just bat niggas, I'm Ken Griffey
All-out ballers, big bread, loads'll blow in Florida
Send missiles right through the lab, fold it for ya
We legislators who make noise, take your boy from ya
Grab your lady like sex traffickers, sent the attic up
Play big shit, ride big shit, you got a problem, my army is half of Africa
(K)
King killin' keyboard killers kindly (S)
Smackin' stupid soldiers, shakin' suckers, shootin' shotties (L)
Singin' lames lullabies, lyrical lunatic living life legendary
Law library lessons advertised (A)
Alphabet alpha activatin' on algorithms
An accurate army aimin' a lost ambition
All African automatically applying an agile alphabet angle again
Fuckin' yes-man
Big Bun B, bitch, you know the vibe
When I get it started, kickin' straight into overdrive
Standin' over niggas, I'm over y'all, an overlord
Overdue with throwin' overzealous rappers overboard
That's 'cause nowadays, the game is oversaturated
That went over these niggas' heads, so half the rappers hated
But if I punch a pussy nigga in his overbite
And put it on Live, his career'd be over overnight
Ice on me with the money color antifreeze
Model hoes in canopies fulfilling my fantasies
Go against the family, you gon' undergo calamaties
I learned to speak with violence when they wasn't understandin' me
Big Blanco, in the trenches with my jewels on (All my chains)
Shooters in Connecticut, but they don't play for UConn (The gang)
Honestly, don't understand why y'all do songs
That shit keep soundin' better with the mute on (Shh), Blanco
Throw you off a roof with a noose tied to your neck
Duck, duck, goose, live from the 'jects
Think I'm Black Rob, shawty head was woah
Slide my jabs, I was on the steps
Make them calls, it was not a text
Industry niggas don't like me, it's probably 'cause I'm a threat
Even if they get me drunk, I'ma just throw up the set
I know it sound crazy, somehow I love hate
Keep me a smoker, see how these drugs taste
Not tryna hear them stories how you was great
Screw D.M.C., man, I hate his verse
He killed every emcee with his latest verse
He's so damn good, and what made it worse
He gave it to Kay Slay and said, "Play this first"
That's just the way that it has to be
For every emcee before and after me
I destroy every microphone passed to me
Think I don't? You can suck a dick dastardly
Capo
I asked Kay, "Who you want me to slay?"
Johnson would be proud of young Bumpy today (Capo)
They say time is money, we get 'em slumped in a day (Day)
When the shit start firin', don't jump in the way (Fah)
I just jump in the Wraith as I look at the constellation (Pretty)
If you want a face-to-face, that's a consultation (It's time)
If a nigga say it's up, that's some confrontation (It's up, nigga)
But if you hit him with the beam, that take concentration (Bah)
Big shit getting bust off ain't nothing soft
If you endorse your day one getting crossed, it's gonna cost
Cool like the breeze in the spring, my thing ring
Just got a kite out the bing at Sing-Sing
Told me stay independent and stream the ching-ching
Get cream, move unseen and stay clean
Tight team, build a wall in between like Beijing
Redeem, get yours, double up and you clean
Last time I checked
First female rapper to get a check - check
First female rapper on TV sets - check
The only female rapper you recollect
To open doors for your favorite rapper to get a fat check
I'm the female GOAT. Is that correct? Check
Before crack, I was dope. Is that correct? Check
These other chicks want smoke. Is that correct? Nope (Check)
Yeah, that's something I had to fact-check
She like the way that I dance, she like the way that I move
She watched me blasting a clown with a 12 who thought he had something to prove
She like the way that I work, one hand under the skirt
I usually come with a bigger gun but the drum won't fit under my shirt
She watch me clap for it (BLAOW, BLAOW)
Bitch nigga asked for it (BLAOW, BLA-BLAOW)
Took her in the bathroom, bust nuts and I break out
You want beef, motherfucker, I'm the stakeout
Free!
It's the one and only bearded legend representin' for the ghetto (Uh-huh)
I'm with Slay, we ain't effin' 'em, we came in here together (That's right)
I don't play (Nah), the ratchet just a part of my lane (Uh-huh)
Any time y'all niggas see me, always saw me with the metal
I'm just praying, reading surahs, stay a long way from the Devil (Uh-huh)
Overcame adversity and then beat kidney failure (Facts!)
If they come at me in couples, I just bury them together (Uh-huh)
Fully free from Roc-A-Fella, can't nobody do it better, no!
I don't care what these critics gon' rate me (Uh-uh)
You can't please niggas, so I'd rather that they hate me (No)
This industry love don't define or make me (Nah)
They couldn't get me to swallow my pride or break me (Uh-uh)
These guys can't face me (No), I'm just so thorough (Yes)
Just so certified (Woo), hopped over hurdles (Yes)
My man came home, caught a body on a furlough
The streets could relate
The Makaveli of my borough, better love who really for you
Whether or not this hotness, I'll rock this, you watch this
Regardless we got this, from Hollis and y'all gets
No chances, no wins and no ends, I need, no dancers, no rims or no Benz
'Cause I fly on a Tuesday, whose house and who's they?
Choose how I move on my yacht on my cruise day
And just because Rev Run ain't skibbidy-pappin' 'em
Don't mean I ain't the first to go gold, and pliggidy-platinum
Get money, stop being miserable (Pussy!)
Fuck your lyfe and whoever you listening to (Rrrah!)
I'll come to your show then smack the shit out you (Oh!)
And my right hook'll have you missing a tooth
Bing Bong! Live from the bottom of Brooklyn
Coney Island, motherfucker, we doin' a juxxing
Mister Mayor, we'll lay you to rest
I'll fuck your bitch, then I'll bang on my chest
Big gorilla!
I'm from New York, where you never go to trial with a bad lawyer
You icy and rich, then them stick-up kids is coming for ya
Baby mother line you up, just to feed her other daughter
Mira cabrón, salí! That's how I talk when I place an order
I get money everywhere 'cause I ain't standing on no fucking corners
Got guns in my car, car feeling like the Transformers
Smoking on that Gelato (Gelato)
I've got some ooters, couple models and a couple bottles
If there's a Hip Hop Hall of Fame, vote me merrily in
Matter of fact, you should have some bitches carry me in
I was the talk of New York way longer than Jeremy Lin
W's don't always mean you necessarily win
If I wasn't considered one of the best who ever did it
If my record don't show how long I've been committed
Show me somebody who's done more and not benefitted
From the spoils of war, and to this day, niggas is with it
When niggas get all gassed and pumped up like an Exxon
With negativity, I'ma get at 'em like electrons
If my ratchet joined a YouToo movement
It'd be hard to dispute it 'cause I sexually molest mine (Uh)
And if it's money on your head then it can pop
The damn Glock in my hand cock when the check signed (Grrah)
I can hit the connect direct line
When I be coppin' up, bags move fast like express line
King!
Keep a shooter with me like 4K (4K)
I'm a drama king too, Slay, I'm Monte del Rey (King)
I'm confused, your favorite rapper still got more to say?
Every time we hand him down the budget, can't afford to pay
Haha! Somebody cappin' in they rappin', ain't it?
The racket captured, now he yappin' in the affidavit
Master your stature, that's gon' factor if you last to make it
Smack your favorite DJ if that the place where we have to take it
Let me spray the hammer, is it safe or no?
I'ma need about a sixteen but Kay said no
I got the fire and the smoke, can't breathe, you'll choke
Like The Vid, hard to live when there ain't no antidote
Thou salute a real queen, never mind what you heard (You heard?)
Been a legend in this shit, ain't have to say one word
'Cause y'all crown seekers, we crown keepers, get found ethered
Lost and found divas get done dirty, get found cleaned up
You niggas be puddle ducks (Haha)
Huddled up and get 'em knuckle bucked for a double up (Yeah)
My nigga love a problem, you want to get his trouble up? (Yeah)
No hair on his chest, he trying to get his stubble up (Woo)
You ain't on my temperature, don't get on my heat scan (Hee)
The last thing you'll ever hear from them is my feet ran (Nah)
That's why I keep it on me because I keep playing (yeah)
Smokin' from the border nigga soon as the leaf land (Yeah), motherfucker
Slang crack for breakfast, it's how we got lunch
A different definition for The Roc Brunch
You niggas out here telling on your cell phones
How you a snitch, taking pictures with the jail pose
My killers charge in your room quicker than incidentals
Send a missile that'll never miss you, it ain't sentimental
In Long Beach, niggas grip a pistol
With two drums on the side, them titties bigger than missiles
Peace!
If I want it, I'ma buy that, homie, cash good
My pockets on Backwood, keep a five pack on me (Keep that)
It was blocks with buildings that made a killing
Now I done bought blocks, these buildings make me a killing (Yeah)
Was eating Graham Crackers in a sandbox, you grew up on the Gram (Gram)
I grew up on Graham Avenue moving all them grams (Woo)
Styrofoam cup just flew in from New Apolo
With a clip full of beautiful hollows that you can swallow
BRRR
I ain't the nigga you should be hating on
I'm the nigga my whole generation and bloodline been waiting for
Best believe, you catch me hopping off of that short yellow bus
I'm a nigga with special needs (Ahh)
Since the jungle gym, we thuggin' off the muscle (M.O.!)
'Cause your drug habit is stronger than your hustle (Come on!)
Warrior, I am this, ten shots
I'll return 'em, chasin' you down a block with an iron fist
Hah
We still on it, you new dudes are counterfeit (Hah)
I don't want to hear shit about your drip (No)
Your whip, your chicks, or your chips (No)
Fuck around and get your auntie house hit (Pah)
Brownsville sponsorship, monster shit
I'm as hard as hard can get, I'm with the shit (B.D.)
Are you kidding me? Real niggas is feeling me
How many G.O.A.T.'s can there really be?
First Hip-Hop party, The Herculoids threw (Come on)
1520 Sedgwick Avenue (Let's go y'all, let's go), August 11, '73
The first day of Hip-Hop, know your history (Uh-huh)
I'm not here to grandstand, I just want my respect
From you industry cats (What) who cut the wrong checks
I'm just truly living standing in my square
Coke La Rock! Hip-Hop education is here
Shake fake niggas, there's more cake to funnel now
Streets been lit (Uh), shit as wild as the tunnel now
Hand on my grip for sure when you come around
'Til the day I'm gone, I put on, for the underground (Sauce)
In the town, I'm thorough (Uh-huh)
Bed-Stuy, you already know the borough (Borough)
Do or die, you got a few hours on your head
'Til I turn these eight bars to flowers for the dead
Check!
All you fellas been warned, Big L is reborn
Bitch, I hope to smack eleven with elegant form
Nobody better, I ain't met 'em, just tell 'em, "come on"
Shit, I'm feeling like a demon developin' horns
Six sinister, this is the big finisher
UZI spit almost six minutes, this clip miniature
Still hold Kay Slay down with this literature
You bastard, I'ma bring you a casket and send ministers, PAYNE!
Slay really got a record with 200 artists on it
Out of everybody, watch my part, gon' be the hardest on it (All facts)
Put my verse in the beginning, not in the back
Nobody sittin' there listenin' to 200 niggas rap (Nobody)
Whoever Slay put before me or after me
Can't talk that shit like I talk it, they gon' be mad at me (Who cares?)
I'm outshinin' whoever I stand next to (Whoever)
I'm cool with not bein' cool, after I disrespect you
Wizardly, all my rounds could talk (Yep)
Top tier nigga that put it down for New York (Whis')
Shadow Mobb, D-Block is the set (Yes), my catalog is correct
To switch you on the grips 'til I analog the sketch (Brr, brr)
The fits stay legit and the diamonds is all VV's (Aow)
Turkey bags, smoking on nuggets as big as kiwis (Shh)
Shit ain't really nothin', been hustling since a pee-wee (Yo)
200 deep, Kay Slay, run it up, the fuck is up
This the new face of The Rock
So, get comfortable before I rock
With my day ones, I used to eat Lunchables with 'em (Yeah)
Hit your baby mama too, don't give a fuck if you with her (Pah, pah, pah)
50,000 off a stimulus when Trump used to give 'em (Checks)
In the trap, watching the fiends go line for line (Yeah)
If you a hustler then we can go dime for dime (Yeah)
Yeah, I rap but I be trappin' there from time to time (Yeah)
They ain't hungry like me, let's go crime for crime (Yeah)
Piff!
One time for Kay Slay (Right), I'm ready, so make way (Right)
Fight Night main event, I'm ready for payday (Ding)
On point, always keep a low with me like Dre Day (Facts)
And them niggas quick to spin on niggas like Beyblades (Word)
Look, I be the hottest young nigga on the coast (Right)
I done made it through the storm, with a paddle and a boat (Right)
Never thought I'd make a million off this shit a nigga wrote (Ahh)
I'm just spittin' real shit these niggas quote (My niggas)
Catch one, and you'll know it's combat
My shit exterminates all you rodents and rats
I brawl like Mike Tyson, y'all know you can't fight
You don't slip and get hit with this over-hand right, uh
They don't want it 'cause I'm sure to try 'em
For bringing more iron, that kicks with defiance
A pure assassin, hit my opps with the AK
And long live the Drama King, Kay Slay
Style wars in the '80's to magazine covers with the ladies
Had to give the god Kay Slay these words of homage
Since the burners and bombing, stay representin'
Tellin' y'all what the time is
200 plus rhymers go back to back
On a Trackateers track, it's a natural fact
Large Pro' gon' shine, my brain's a gold mine
On stage or online, I'm flames, you know the science
OT
I hustle through my zone like Syracuse (Syracuse)
The work came laced like a pair of boots (Laced)
Get a gun that you're prepared to use (Why?)
You find out if you gon' live when you pull it like a parachute (Bah)
I'm the one who had to stack all the scraps I was given (Scraps)
Who fought cases, different states, over raps I was living (I was living)
I came home and I trapped my way back to a pigeon (Back)
Now there's a bird on the table, Happy Thanksgiving
Shit done popped off, the knockoffs get knocked out (Out)
The top boss, I'll sock you in your snot mouth (Snot mouth)
Do not cross, I'll have you leaking hot sauce
Slay, tell the coroner to go on and bring the chalk out (Chalk out)
In H-Town, pull them drops out, top off (Top off)
Slop jaw, I'm ridin' getting topped off (Topped off)
Tell them cowards tryna drop sauce, stop now
200 MC's, you bums getting boxed out
Look, I'm Nino Man, that Harlem nigga, yeah, y'all know (Yeah)
Don't care who around, I stand out like Waldo (Woo)
I'm in the Carlo with arms big as Kintaro (Woo)
Even the frauds know what's poppin' like Jack Harlow (Woo)
They don't wanna put in work, they just want the benefits (Word)
I was using benefits, trappin' out of their tenements (EBT)
Served the citizens 'cause the landlord tellin' me "Send the rent" (Facts)
Caught red-handed, I was still jackin', I'm innocent (What you heard)
You wanna talk it out, I'm guessin' it all matters (Yeah)
And we can chop it up like some axes and jackhammers (Woo)
First taste of power, we knew when the game had us (Like)
Like the first piece of pussy we ever got on a mattress (On a mattress)
Had it rollin', it started, you better watch me (Yeah)
A hundred new cons, I'm my own Luca Brasi (Luca Bras')
And they worse than them Nazis was (Yeah)
I got my finger on the button, try to stop the buzz
Put the tape on the Glock and load up a fresh clip
Got samples of the yay on the spot and O's of the best sniff
I ran through every maze on the block, I know when to step quick
You set trip, I take off the locks and make sure your set dip
It's hard when you try to do right and niggas get left hit
But God should've took Lil' Nas X and left Nip
Fuck it, just listen to the best spit
Eight bars done turned into a death wish, ran' ain't nothin' to mess with
Yeah!
I roll out the red carpet, let's get it started
You retarded? Bitch, my shoes cost your apartment, yeah
I paint pictures, they calling these hoes artists? (Nah)
Said she gon' blow in the game, I'm thinking cartridge (Hahahahahahaha)
Nah, they get nervous when they hear I'm droppin'
It's gloves off when it come to punches', bitch, we ain't boxin' (We ain't boxin')
Friends, we ain't even associates, ain't attendin' college
I be murderin' shit, I need a Johnnie Cochran
Look at your clothes, a dog got more clothes than you
Listen to your flows, them broads got more flows than you
You call 'em hoes, but them whores get more hoes than you
What about shows, my cars get more shows than you
I'm 60, nigga, swing on me, you can't hit me, nigga
I'm in your face like a buck fifty, nigga
Mister Black on Black crime with a turn for a rhyme
When I stick your head in yo' ass
Then you'll have some hot shit on your mind
Mentally, I've grown, don't put me back in that space (Don't do it)
Where I'll reach out with the scalpel, bring it back on your face (Woo)
Where I'll pop out the shadows with the barrel and bake
Where I'll show up and hug your mother after the wake (Woo)
Uh, my caliber great, they gotta know, touch with a mind
Shit domino, that's how I roll (Facts)
Grade schooler, hard knocks, I attended, made honor roll
Shoota, I'm the most solid, fact-rappers go (Let's go)
Those bars unexceptional (Uh), shows unacceptable (Oh)
You opening up for Ja Rule at the next Fyre Festival (Ew)
202010, Neveruary 33rd
5AM, we at Katz's Diner catchin' the early bird
Early nerd, 'cause nerds rule the world, nigga
Richest people in the world is nerds, check the Forbes, nigga
Drop a slug in the steak, headshot a Nazi
Pill a pussy, get off scot-free, Bill Cosby
This is for the culture, nigga, honor them
But they be like, "Why Kay Slay let this DJ rhyme again?" (Haha)
Let me set the record straight, I done wrote bars for artists
That you consider great, hardest or the softest
Yeah, females too, I don't discriminate (Woo)
Depending on they head game, they probably got a better rate
That mixtape money stopped, yeah, but them royalties generate (For real)
Still to this day, one of the illest DJ's
300 niggas, you still can't get in my league
If it's on sight, I'm still gon' pull out and squeeze
And you know where my gang is at
Man, the only borough that got "The" where the name is at
This ain't the place for a nigga to front
I seen a rapper get killed after doing his publicity stunt
Haddy Racks stay with it, even pray with it
Go and kill an opp and then tell the cops, the AK did it
200 deep, 200 playin' for keeps
200 animals eating like 200 cannibals
200 reasons why you're gonna need 200 guys
200 times with 200 minds, this is why
I'm 200 with everything that I do (I do)
Kid Capri the undisputed, party rock is the truth (The truth)
200 million’s what I'm thinking when I step in the booth (Booth)
200 people wanna stop me but I'm 200 proof, 200 dudes
Two ways to skin a cat
Got the muffler on the MAC (Yeah)
Still keep a scalpel close, I rip a nigga
Gymnastic tryouts, I get to flipping niggas (What)
2-1-3, Kawhi clipping niggas (Uh)
Add the Playoff P, whip the yola in the pot
Caught me made off beat (That's right), you not a shooter
You a stan, sucker-ass groupie (Uh)
Oh, you fly, you got shot in that Dapper Dan Gucci (What)
Type of guy to rip a rapper whole skull off
Roll it like a bowling ball, down the Grand Concourse
Y'all on fours, spittin' bars in your pink drawers
My .45 put your paragraphs in the morgue
I fucking shoot up at the backboard, James Harden
Pros cook, ladies come taste big sausage
They wordplay can't do it 'cause they teeth rotten
I tell a limo driver, Bob, I'ma keep shoppin'
Ayo, a certain type of nigga ain't gon' like this (Uh-huh)
Your ride or die niggas almost died and ain't ride since (Haha)
Once you pick a side, you gotta stay there, you can't side switch (Word)
You out here fuckin' with everybody, like a fly bitch (Hoe ass nigga)
They say if the shoe fit, wear it
I say take the sole out and make the size fit (Uh)
The terms and conditions is in the fine print (In the fine print)
It's King Card, you niggas could call me "Card Switch" (Yeah)
Ice box between the look and my armpit, ayo (My armpit)
Straight out of the West Coast
A ballin' motherfucker named Greenthumb (Hah)
I got the pack game locked if you need some (Yeah)
Another payday, don't care about what they say
Rollin' up the bully, breathe the flavors with Kay Slay (Hey)
And it's a mayday, mayday, you goin' down (Keep goin')
I'm on vacay, workin' on my third round
You take L's while I smoke 'em
He was talkin' really loud until I broke him (Choke him)
Ayo, 200 niggas on the track (Yeah)
198 niggas gettin' bodied, that's facts (Facts)
When the smoke clear, it'll be Gruff and Spit (Yeah)
We the zone, hold the throne, niggas suck my dick (Uh-huh)
Southpaw stance with my metal in hand (Yeah)
Aimed at your head, don't let me let off the blam (Blaow)
Drug money, federal scams, bad bitch gettin' head in a Lamb (Yeah)
Gruff a gangsta, you know who I am
Rollin' 200 deep (Uh), why would I do that? (Why?)
When these rappers'll get shot and won't shoot back (Shit!)
Who that screaming murder? I don't believe you (Woop)
Kay say "Slay, you niggas", I will leave you (I will leave you)
Who gon' be the next one we say "Rest in Peace" to (Huh)
Go 'head, nigga, act tough, I don't need no backup (Uh)
But don't get wrapped up, before the yearly Rap-Up (Yeah)
And don't be the one that's getting stitched and patched up
I only got eight, so I'ma get straight to it
Like, if I put the barrel in your face, you know I'm gon' use it (Woo, woo)
Ever showed you love, better not abuse it
I speak true lingo, this is more than music (True lingo)
Got that Godfather flow, Don Juan DeMarco
200 deep, but I'm usually solo bolo
Photo mack Kodak, you know my MAC is black
While the suckers play the front, real niggas in the back
And me, one of the illest MC's (Come on)
Tony Touch, hold up, still blowin' trees (Yep)
But never gettin' too blunted (Uh-huh)
Spittin' on this beat with another two hundred (Let's go!)
An OG but I just begun, trust me, son
You know that I bust me gun, with a smile on my face
So it must be fun, Tape Kingz
Yo, you know where the fuck we from
Ayo, peep this, Kay on some G shit
How many more of these I gotta heat quick?
This nigga speechless
You know I'm far from a regular competitor
The Heckler, I lift and let it ring like a cellular (Huh!)
.44, the mag, wet willies like "Call a cab" (Yes)
Move the water fast, your order I order last (Hah)
Fuck a autograph, I had the Porsches, 6's, 7's, 8's
Like, dawg, that's my autograph (What)
What's the science? Why you mad?
I pick hunnids like a scab
As I dip and dab like Kyrie and duck a jab
I'm not your average rapper, finger snapper, then I zap her
Go to college, join a fraternity, 'cause you a capper
The idol maker, the real McCoy, give me that bag (Give me that bag)
You know the 411, 8-2-11, my swag (Huh)
I'm bonafide, certified, a different texture
Keepin' 12 toes down, I was born with two extra
Look
I got fire like that fox by Mozilla (Woo)
The devil tryna spar but I got us 'cause God with us
Nigga, you a dolphin in the water with shark killas
I'm iller, they put me to fight gorillas like Godzilla (Woo)
I rob niggas actin' like they hard and they heart bigger
Bigger they are, harder I hog, spit out my heart
Spit a pulse checkin' niggas for heart rhythm
My opps is in the dark and I'll throw you in the dark with 'em
I'm heartless (Grr, grr, grr)
OK, Kay say "OK, slay, player"
Cool, for BK, I AK naysayers
Front stage, shut haters up, front pager
And offstage, I'm the backstage upstager
Track killer, money train conductor
Ex-crack dealer before I became The Hustler
Weight gate keeper, the Gillette blade to face leaker
Big game shake peacer, take a piece, huh
Fuck your power, I devour the stage
Every hour's a dolla, holla, Kamala's out of the cage
Told me to stick to the script, nah, I'm off this page
You said you nice with the pen, pull that, that's a grenade
11:59, Trigg'll have you smoked on your birthday
One minute before your next age
Yeah, I'm nice with the nine, open the spine, 12 gauge
Duck down, buck shots, split his body in 12 ways
Bars like I'm headed for D-Row
On the track, murder that she wrote
Zodiac a cancer killin' bitches like chemo
Couple hitters with me still bringin' they heat though
Freaky little bitty, I'ma spit on that D, hoe
Uh, sign myself, I ain't owned to no labels
Head of the table, move swift, Taylor, my labels
Got a nigga wanna eat me, tell him save it for later
I'm hot like volcanoes
Fuck it, this Kane's song, itemize it, please
Featuring a hundred and ninety nine MC's
The God first, Allah nursed this hard verse
This lyrical artwork colorful as Starburst
I know a lot of y'all done tend to forget
That you can close the curtain, it's the end of your set
Heh, understand when you offendin' a vet
Oh, I'm, clearly addressing like vinaigrette
I bring the drama like Kay Slay or a play at the theater
Since junior high school cafeteria, I tear it up
Causin' mass hysteria, things is gettin' wearier
Kids is being Shyheim this Halloween, I'm scarier
Than Jason and Chucky, bend your little ass knife
Niggas know they gotta buck me, like dolla dolla bill, y'all
The Big God live a life they make films of
Still Children of the Corn, even though L gone
You're saving up for Christmas in July, where the summer went?
Christmas don't mean nothing when you dead before the summer end
You want the sun but it's really rainin' and it's thunderin'
The ones on top don't really care about the ones that's under them (Niggas don't care 'bout you)
I can take ya bitch in a sec
The way she throw it back, I stored her under "Mitchell & Ness" (Woo)
Truthfully, it was nothing for me to get her undressed
Address me, watch how quick a nigga get your address
Last time, I took it light on you, Vitiligo
To the shit that I go, jumpin' on you, been like Michael
Give this kid an ISO, watch how I go, psycho for thirty
He put you before or after me, Slay did you dirty
Left you in the waters that's shark-infested
The shots fired are contested (Are contested)
When you got caught it was an afterthought
After Asher Roth, after all the other niggas was rapping they asses off
All metal in the air like we bench-pressing (Burn)
Send sixty, he'll be gone in 10 seconds (Woah)
GemStars start cutting like I spin records (Uh)
Getting money, big Cubans, no thin necklace (Uh-huh)
Put me next to Pun, next to B.I.G
Bought a couple hammers and an extra crib
Put the snub to your front, I'm trying to stretch your wig (Uh-huh)
Spin the block on you niggas like the Exorcist, uh
I used to take the Amtrak as a rookie
I used to put 100 grams all in her pussy
Revengeful and calculated, move like a deer, kill like a lion
In the jungle where the bears real quiet
Nigga, I'm like a virus that you can't contain
G-Unit's the gang, we in the rap Hall of Fame
Color code the Range, Dior gold chains
I hold an FN and shoot out your brain
Yeah, my name is BK, so I pop smoke
Can't be mad at this eight-bar strategist (Bars)
Two Xs, no Malcolm in front of either
We different, I want money and you want a diva (Trick)
Mercedes 600 and I stay flamed (Hehe)
With icy chains, I always stay paid (Facts)
The ladies love my ways
Approach the stage, it's BK and Rothchild
Sugar Ray!
The hard razor or the TEC
The C4 underneath the floor or the rope around your neck (Man)
The task force see me like a threat
I'm sharp with them F1 carats hanging heavy on my neck (Right)
I will go to war for respect
Your whole bloodline'll disappear, motherfucker, that's a threat (What?)
The Presidential lit with the drip lookin' wet
It's Rothchild, nigga, Glitterati is the set
Strip 'em for their jewels, the game need a makeover
Get down or lay down, it's the takeover
G-Star black rims on the Range Rover (Skrr)
Cuban link Jesus piece for my block soldiers (Pah, pah)
Not familiar with it? You better learn quick
Niggas from the hood handle guns like John Wick (Pah, pah, pah)
It's not a movie, dawg, real life hardship
The streets get funkier than dog shit
I'm the connect, had to turn up the bass 'cause niggas fiendin'
The sure shot break up the block, you'll break to pieces
Get your door knocked, I'm kickin' down pots you ever peed in
Convenient how we spin back shootin' from Europeans
Fuck a get-back, tote an AR, they fall harder
It's pitch black, snatch up his kids, let's go farther
Bring your bitch back battered and bruised, you both targets
Who did that? Tell 'em the wolf that roamed Harlem
My perspective is all smoke and mirrors and these niggas is pushin' homo (Uh)
Anything to get the fuckin' bag and a little promo
Bars very limited (Uh), men very feminine (Huh)