Rolling 200 Deep IX

Album cover art for "Rolling 200 Deep IX" by DJ Kay Slay & 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

DJ Kay Slay & 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 - Rap

Rolling 200 Deep IX

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Duration: 4:49

Lyrics

[Verse 70: Big Noyd] 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 Cuban link Jesus piece for my block soldiers Not familiar with it? You better learn quick Niggas from the hood handle guns like John Wick It's not a movie, dawg, real life hardship The streets get funkier than dog shit [Verse 71: Head I.C.E] 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 [Verse 72: E-A-Ski] My perspective is all smoke and mirrors and these niggas is pushin' homo Anything to get the fuckin' bag and a little promo Bars very limited, men very feminine These hoes think they winnin' but that surgery's ridiculous It's all for the clout chase, thinkin' that we all bait These winners still losin' 'cause they engaged in self-hate Trauma victims so I guess that's just how the drama get 'em You can't live without 'em and they make it hard to deal with 'em [Verse 73: Sadat X] Now, I was on the first 110 why wouldn't I be on the next, too? Slay sent it to me and I sent it back through Ate it up like good pussy, that's just what I do (I do it) Sixteen bars keep the car running Slay said he only needed eight, so on the other half, I'll wait What y'all niggas think is great is basura Who's your insurer? I'm '88 Ramirez and a triple beam Three G packs sewn into my inseams [Verse 74: El Da Sensei] Two hundred, we blunted Concurrent we dumpin' arms in your function Marvelous talkin', marchin' for something Hard as the drumming, start up the markers and prior warnings Sound that alarm and we fire through livewire performing Artifacts under bricks, rubble, double the spit Untouchable wit, we driven, we trouble, bust in your shit Notable hits, monstrous, known for mic accomplishments Body occupants, bunkers and bombing, it's obvious [Verse 75: Tame One] I don't have no kids I seen like go get ice cream No House In Virginia, no COVID-19 Face the facts, y'all basic cats Wasted rats, you need to have your faces slapped The cats tired of waitin', I'm back from hibernatin' 'Cause I took the greatest hiatus on the rap vacation Awoken a bear, provokin' stares, trying to diss I stay in the lab like scientists [Verse 76: Brillo] Ain't the coke, it's the cut leaving 'em numb GoFundMe when you die, they grieving a bum Know some millionaires, I never needed a crumb (Never) Chainsaw ain't leavin' a thumb Half moon filled with red jackets Dodging a RICO, all the fed tactics Hit you in your head for practice Fuck a range, die 'fore I tuck my chain, Brillo! [Verse 77: Daddy-O] Truth is I made it out the ghetto on a scholarship Tomahawks and Jolly Stompers, no Bloods and Crips My mama moved from Atlanta to East New York So you could say I had a Southern way of being taught Asthmatic as a kid before Albuterol You be wonderin' who to call from what I do to y'all The Stetsasonic chief, New Lots and Hendrix Street I'm spittin' fire, Kay Slay be sweepin' the street [Verse 78: Chi-Ali] Thought I was done with rap, then Slay hit me (Slay!) Ride for the bitches but niggas don't play with me Stay with me, it's that big old thing Little nigga hoppin' out that big old Range And we stay up to date, we ain't pushin' nothing late But when I put it in reverse, all that love turn to hate But that hate turn to love when I go up in the glove (Yeah Swisha!) You might catch me in the A, word to my nigga Russ [Verse 79: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo! Aura be lit, I am all the way with this shits No estrogen in me, nigga, I don't blow dick Massage parlor feel 'em, the streets know he a real one Kill your own when the deeds run down, y'all fear 'em You don't look for acceptance, validation, or credit In the pain game like Pappy Mason with life sentence Ready to die on your feet before you live on your knees Stronger than weak niggas, mock the villainous Queens [Verse 80: Twista] I kick ass 'cause I get paid to, shoot something before you blink When I grab the gun and rifle off the table (Pew!) I spit it fast 'cause I am able Or say something to make you think Like "Did Adam from the Bible have a navel?" Walkin' like I'm an Egyptian with an immaculate elegance I never wanna be known as a king, I be more like a emperor that's on the back of an elephant Full of logic and knowledge while others are lackin' intelligence And I be the one that gotta put 'em in the bottom of the pit You wouldn't wanna be the body that I murder, I'ma hurt 'em [Verse 81: Cee-Lo Green] Put numbers on the NASDAQ, my last trap was ASCAP Her ass clap for Cash App, get whacked over Snapchat I blast back, make glass crack Your whole life a flashback, hit the hole like a halfback My last snap went past rap, you wanna stop me? Try a bear trap I'd rather Boogie Bear back Yo, once I black out that dog will bark into your back back And that's that, dump the body where the trash at We sit back and laugh at when the rats rap [Verse 82: E.D.I. Mean] Who done it? Back with 200 more Kay Slay, EDIDON, Outlawz My balls and my word, that's all I ever had Plus the shottie ridin' shottie with me in the rag These niggas mad 'cause I ain't goin' nowhere no time soon Just a goon since a little nigga, hungry and rude Now I'm OG like gold teeth and Spot-Bilts Knocked more hoes than Wilt, catch me speedin' off with a mil [Verse 83: Hocus45th] Chess player, move his pawns well (Facts!) The best nigga saying I'm next like RL (Next!) They hate 'cause I get cake like Carvel I done cut niggas and gave 'em a scarred grill The game sour so I had to bring the bars back (Facts!) Lyrical assassin, killer with a contract Real hip-hop (What up?), you niggas can't talk that Everybody should bow to The Bronx 'cause we started that

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Credits

Writers
  • 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