Rolling 200 Deep X

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[Verse 84: BILLBOARD BABY] Try me if you wanna, I'm a boss, you a runner Talkin' shit all winter, give me pussy all summer Gotta make these bitches rap again, legal drug trafficking This that blue magic, Frank Lucas with the packaging Y'all slept on me so long I think my arm numb, are y'all dumb? I understood the assignment and got the job done (Facts!) If a bitch talkin' her shit, I won't condone it (Yeah) 'Cause I'll beat the taste out her mouth, no COVID [Verse 85: E-Class] Be with the niggas known in the streets or known in the yard I'm talkin' fresh off of the pod like Rory and Mal Long as I got that .44 I ain't worried at all I get caught, I'ma tell the judge that I was walkin' my dog Call me E-Class likе the Benzino, you don't understand? Wеll, this clip 'bout the size of Coi Leray, it won't jam I need the bag so to fill E up, it's a hun' buns No Chris and Neef but Slay had to come get his young guns [Verse 86: Young Poppa] This four spark, you better be Drake and have a chrome heart One call will turn that foreign whip into a go-kart Back inside my bag, you know they end up with bum shit Touch this small SMG with the rub grip Me, I stand tall, I ain't ever gon' jump ship Off the rapping and the acting, a young nigga been up since Streets evil, they gon' say they love you and they can't see you Shooter with me, got a nigga driftin' like I'm Vin Diesel [Verse 87: China Mac] Yo! New York state of mind, we movin' too fast Most my homies dead or in jail, only a few last First you hear the boom blast, then you see the newscast Momma on the 2 like "That's my baby! Why they do that?" Enough bullets kill a small village I'll catch a body in the court building Off with 'em, somebody better talk for 'em Put 'em to sleep like cough syrup All my homies down to raise the murder rate, hit you in your vertebrae [Verse 88: E Ness] It's E Ness, I'm rollin' two hundred on these V sweats And I'm still dealin' with these demons like G. Dep I beat it up 'til ain't no more beat left Treat your block like an Xbox and push reset Chill before you say something you gon' regret That one sixteen I wrote for Sean got me three checks And if you like fast food then you can be next But if you want to be a real nigga then you be Ness [Verse 89: DJ Paul] This right here got me feeling like Rocky 1993 my Skittle bag was so rocky I ain't no boxer but don't try to go to rounds with me If I hit you, you gon' sue me, that's why I keep them goons with me I ain't got no holster so this Glock is fruit of looms with me Niggas ain't tryin' to meet up, they really want to Zoom with me This Mafia, we gon' tear the club up Street Sweeper shit, we gon' shoot the club up [Verse 90: Jakk Frost] DJ Kay Slay told me all I needed was eight bars I was out of town with two bricks and an AR Ridin' back to Philly with Freeway and Gillie It's Frost, I stack paper like Beverly Hillbillies I get a call from The Drama King, I'm in my top drawer Ready for war like what would Osama bring? Bitches like the gray of my beard like Ron Isley Philly niggas back outside like Bill Cosby [Verse 91: Kaflow] Rolling 200, this the next chapter It's gon' be longer than an episode of X Factor Yeah, you rappers softer than a wet cracker I got my foot on niggas' necks like a stepladder If I apply pressure you a dead rapper You'll die with your eyes open, red snapper To go against me you gon' need shooters and head stabbers 200 warriors with sledgehammers [Verse 92: Majesty] General Maj' if you wonder who I be Cool as a fan, monogrammed Louis tee (Louis!) Hoppin' out the spacecraft, call it the mothership Can't stand around too long, haters on some other shit (Niggas hatin', son) People fear what they can't understand How this nigga drippin' water worth about a hundred bands? (Ching ching) Northern desert land, taking the sand on the come up, uh Think it's sweet? Dare you to run up, nigga [Verse 93: Neek The Exotic] This ain't no sequel, there ain't no equal Rock mics for the people on top of the steeple Nigga flow been lethal, spit you out then eat you Yeah bitch, nice to meet you but I'm here for the people Rock harder than most, street nigga, follow the smoke Yeah, the bitch, she choked 'cause it's deep in her throat It's like a murder she wrote how I kill this track I stack bundles of crack and I ain't ever turned back [Verse 94: P.T. Capone] Heartless! Closed box! No feeling! Big guns under the chin, paint ceiling Twenty bricks, quarter a piece, half million Run in your crib, nobody lives except for children Say something, send your pops to flower shop Next to your moms at your wake, picture on top Front row, last show, the ball drop There's too many fags on the mic, clear the block [Verse 95: O.C.] When it flash in your mind and you seen all the signs You predict exactly when the paradigm shifted Unless you're mentally dead, it's impossible to miss it All my life I've been faced with opposition Star child, I'm in competition with myself Starin' in the distance, watchin' people risk it Preppin' for the system to crash like glass dishes Fight or die mentality, I'm part of the resistance [Verse 96: Termanology] Got money in my safe, got jewels on my neck Different mommies in my bed, in this booth get respect Your favorite rapper told me I bodied him on a track That's a fact, gave several GOATs a dirt nap I ain't lyin' on this song how my clip pop But I've been to fifty countries all for hip-hop Rollin' 200 deep, yeah, I body every beat Legend in my hood, ask about me, King Ology [Verse 97: Tony Moxberg] Fell in love with the game (Yes!), bracelets and chains (Yes!) Showed everybody love, they ain't love me the same (Uh uh!) On the corner like a stamp even when it rained Got it out the mud, you can still see the stains (Uh huh!) Life's a bitch, oh well, I still love it (Still!) Hoppin' off planes with barely no luggage (Haha!) They hate when you up, I don't feed into the drama (Nah!) Rather be in The Bahamas, sippin' Piña Coladas [Verse 98: Wais P] Let the wolf out the kennel, my ammo is detrimental Your mental foot on the pedal wavin' the metal Beef settled, Wais P inside the mink and it's three quarters Skull and crossbones on the trap and we sling quarters Bring water for the thirst, heat burst Spontaneously combust walkin' through the church I'm the worst, words hurt, that's the God, see you better than what I speak It's like y'all ain't snakes, that's what y'all see