Rolling 200 Deep VIII

Lyrics

[Verse 64: Oun-P] You're Saving up for Christmas in July, where the summer went? Christmas don't mean nothing when you dead before the summer end You want the sun but it's really rainin' and it's thunderin' The ones on top don't really care about the ones that's under them (Niggas don't care 'bout you) I can take ya bitch in a sec The way she throw it back I stored her under "Mitchell & Ness" Truthfully it was nothing for me to get her undressed Address me, watch how quick a nigga gеt your address [Verse 65: Page Kennedy] Last time I took it light on you, Vitiligo To the shit that I go, jumpin' on you, been likе Michael Give this kid an ISO, watch how I go psycho for thirty He put you before or after me, Slay did you dirty Left you in the waters that shark-infested The shots fired are contested When you got caught it was an afterthought After Asher Roth, after all the other niggas was rapping their asses off [Verse 66: Prayah] All metal in the air like we bench-pressing Send sixty, he'll be gone in 10 seconds GemStars start cutting like I spin records Getting money, big Cubans, no thin necklace Put me next to Pun, next to B.I.G Bought a couple hammers and an extra crib Put the snub to your front, I'm trying to stretch your wig Spin the block on you niggas like the Exorcist, uh [Verse 67: Tony Yayo] I used to take the Amtrak as a rookie I used to put 100 grams all in her pussy Revengeful and calculated, move like a deer, kill like a lion In the jungle where the bears real quiet Nigga, I'm like a virus that you can't contain G-Unit's the gang, we in the rap hall of fame Color code the Range, Dior gold chains I hold an FN and shoot out your brain [Verse 68: BK (Double X Posse)] Yeah, my name is BK, so I pop smoke Can't be mad at this eight-bar strategist Two Xs, no Malcolm in front of either We different, I want money and you want a diva (Trick) Mercedes 600 and I stay flame With icy chains, I always stay paid (Facts) The ladies love my ways Approach the stage, it's BK and Rothchild, Sugar Ray! [Verse 69: Ray Rothchild (Double X Posse)] The hard razor or the TEC The C4 underneath the floor or the rope around your neck The task force see me like a threat I'm sharp with them F1 carats hanging heavy on my neck I will go to war for respect Your whole bloodline'll disappear motherfucker, that's a threat (What?) The presidential lit with the drip lookin' wet It's Rothchild, nigga, Glitterati is the set