Rolling 200 Deep VII

Lyrics

[Verse 55: Tony Touch] And me, one of the illest MC's Tony Touch, hold up, still blowin' trees But never gettin' too blunted 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 [Verse 56: Vado] 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 it like a cellular .44, the mag, wet willies like "Call a cab" Move thе water fast, your order I order last Fuck a autograph, I had thе Porsches, 6's, 7's, 8's Like, dawg, that's my autograph [Verse 57: Grand Puba] 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 You know the 411, 8-2-11, my swag I'm bonafide, certified, a different texture Keepin' 12 toes down, I was born with two extra [Verse 58: Axel Leon] I got fire like that fox by Mozilla 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 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 [Verse 59: Smooth Da Hustler] OK, Kay say "OK, slay, player" Cool, for BK, I AK naysayers Front stage, shuttin' haters up, front pager 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 [Verse 60: Trigga Tha Gambler] Fuck your power, I devour the stage Every hour's a dolla, holla, Kamala's out of the cage They 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 [Verse 61: Slim Dyme] 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 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 'em for later I'm hot like volcanoes [Verse 62: Big Daddy Kane] 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 Understand when you offendin' a vet Oh, I'm clearly addressing like vinaigrette [Verse 63: Shyheim] 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