Rolling 200 Deep III

Lyrics

[Verse 19: Cassidy] When niggas get all gas and pumped up like an Exxon With negativity, I'ma get at 'em like electrons If my ratchet joined a You Too movement It'd be hard to dispute it 'cause I sexually molest mine And if it's money on your head then it can pop The damn Glock in my hand cock when the check signed I can hit the connect direct line When I be coppin' up, bags move fast like express line [Verse 20: King Flo] King! Keep a shooter with me like 4K I'm a drama king too, Slay, I'm monte del rey I'm confused, your favorite rapper still got more to say? Every time we hand him down the budget, can't afford to pay Hah hah! Somebody cappin' in they rappin', ain't it? The record 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 [Verse 21: The Original Spinderella] 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 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 [Verse 22: Cory Gunz] Them niggas be puddle ducks Huddled up and get 'em knuckle bucked for a double up My nigga love a problem, you want to get his trouble up? No hair on his chest, he trying to get his stubble up You ain't on my temperature, don't get on my heat scan The last thing you'll ever hear from them is my feet ran That's why I keep it on me because I keep playing Smokin' from the border nigga soon as the leaf land, motherfucker [Verse 23: KXNG Crooked] 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 Ms. Official's [Verse 24: Joell Ortiz] If I want it I'ma buy that, homie, cash good My pockets on Backwood, keep a five pack on me It was blocks with buildings that made a killing Now I done bought blocks, these buildings make me a killing Was eating graham crackers in a sandbox, you grew up on the Gram I grew up on Graham Avenue moving all them grams Styrofoam cup, just flew in from New Apollo With a clip full of beautiful hollows that you can swallow [Verse 25: Lil' Fame] 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 Since the jungle gym, we doggin' 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 [Verse 26: Billy Danze] We still on it, you new dudes are counterfeit 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 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.Ts can there really be? [Verse 27: Coke La Rock] First hip-hop party The Herculoids threw 1520 Sedgwick Avenue (New York), August 11, '73 The first day of hip-hop, know your history I'm not here to grandstand, I just want my respect From you industry cats who cut the wrong checks I'm just truly living standing in my square Coke La Rock! Hip-hop education is here