Rolling 200 Deep IV

Lyrics

[Verse 28: Sauce Money] Shake fake niggas, there's more cake to funnel now Streets been lit, 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 In the town I'm thorough Bed-Stuy, you already know the borough Do or die, you got a few hours on your head 'Til I turn these eight bars to flowers for the dead [Verse 29: RJ Payne] 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 tеll 'em "come on" Shit, I'm feeling like a dеmon 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! [Verse 30: Uncle Murda] 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 listening 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 outshining whoever I stand next to (Whoever) I'm cool with not bein' cool, after I disrespect you [Verse 31: Whispers] Wizardly, all my rounds could talk Top tier nigga that put it down for New York Shadow Mobb, D-Block is the set, my catalog is correct To switch you on the grips 'til I analog the sketch The fits stay legit and the diamonds is all VV's Turkey bags, smoking on nuggets as big as kiwis Shit ain't really nothin', been hustling since a pee-wee 200 deep, Kay Slay run it up, the fuck is up [Verse 32: Keen Streetz] This the new face of The Rock So, get comfortable before I rock With my day ones, I used to eat Lunchables with 'em Hit your baby mama too, don't give a fuck if you with her 50,000 off a stimulus when Trump used to give 'em In the trap, watching the fiends go line for line If you a hustler then we can go dime for dime Yeah, I rap but I be trappin' there from time to time They ain't hungry like me, let's go crime for crime [Verse 33: Piff Jones] Piff! One time for Kay Slay, I'm ready, so make way Fight Night main event, I'm ready for payday On point, always keep a low with me like Dre Day And them niggas quick to spin on niggas like Beyblades Look, I be the hottest young nigga on the coast I done made it through the storm with a paddle and a boat Never thought I'd make a million off this shit a nigga wrote I'm just spittin' real shit these niggas quote, my niggas [Verse 34: Nero Ron] 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 [Verse 35: Large Professor] Style wars in the '80s 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 [Verse 36: OT the Real] 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 (Living) I came home and I trapped my way back to a pigeon (Back) Now there's a bird on the table, happy Thanksgiving