Rolling 200 Deep VI

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[Verse 46: Haddy Racks] 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 [Verse 47: Kid Capri] 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 Kid Capri the undisputed, party rock is the truth 200 million's what I'm thinking when I step in the booth 200 people wanna stop me but I'm 200 proof, 200 dudes [Verse 48: Bynoe] Two ways to skin a cat Got the mufflеr on the MAC Still keep a scalpel close, I rip a nigga Gymnastic tryouts, I gеt to flipping niggas 2-1-3, Kawhi clipping niggas Add the Playoff P, whip the yola in the pot Caught me made off beat, you not a shooter You a stan, sucker-ass groupie Oh, you fly, you got shot in that Dapper Dan Gucci [Verse 49: Kool Keith] 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' [Verse 50: King Card] Yo, a certain type of nigga ain't gon' like this Your ride or die niggas almost died and ain't ride since Once you pick a side, you gotta stay there, you can't side switch You out here fuckin' with everybody like a fly bitch They say if the shoe fit, wear it I say take the sole out and make the size fit The terms and conditions is in the fine print It's King Card, you niggas could call me "Card switch" Ice box between the look and my armpit [Verse 51: B-Real] Straight out of the West Coast A ballin' motherfucker named Green Thumb I got the pack game locked if you need some Another payday, don't care about what they say Rollin' up the bully, breathe the flavors with Kay Slay And it's a mayday, mayday, you goin' down 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 'em [Verse 52: Herb Da Gruff] Ayo, 200 niggas on the track 198 niggas gettin' bodied, that's facts When the smoke clear, it'll be Gruff and Spit We the zone, hold the throne, niggas suck my dick Southpaw stance with my metal in hand Aimed at your head, don't let me let off the blam Drug money, federal scams, bad bitch gettin' head in a Lamb Gruff a gangsta, you know who I am [Verse 53: Stan Spit] Rollin' 200 deep, why would I do that? When these rappers'll get shot and won't shoot back Who that screaming murder? I don't believe you Kay say "Slay, you niggas", I will leave you Who gon' be the next one we say "Rest in Peace" to Go 'head, nigga, act tough, I don't need no backup But don't get wrapped up before the yearly Rap-Up And don't be the one that's getting stitched and patched up [Verse 54: Kick Gunz] 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 Ever showed you love, better not abuse it I speak true lingo, this is more than music 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