Rolling 200 Deep XI

Lyrics

[Verse 99: Talk It Trigga] Straight out of Harlem, for you to eat a sack with a 40 on me Brand new pair of Construct's with the Nauti' on me Really get right to the bag, that's why them shorties on me 4-0 comin' for doe and you gotta spot me, homie So the realest niggas in the room Kay Slay made a call for the hitters, I bought a broom The plug said the work was straight, I bought a spoon They started speakin' synagogue, nigga, I bought a jew [Verse 100: ZipWitDaDrip] Zip, I need a bulletproof condom and shooters on my dick I'm just a few stacks from a mil, I'm borderline rich My shit a eight with the grind I mix I'm like a mixtape away from a deal and I got mad shit Ball like Manigault and I let the hammer blow Jump out the McLaren and dump something in his cantaloupe Nigga Fernando took me clean up out the bando Started with an eighth and I ain't send it by the vanload [Verse 101: Treach] Jersey Jumanji, armed with harmony and an armory Rapper from Bethany Baptist, Brother X is down with all I seen Torpedoes from these Negroes, what is the trajectory? What it is? What is the question? What is Treachery's jeopardy? Fuck with my mojo, my mind state is more loco Since I lost Biz Markie and RIP Quasimoto Tell a tale, don't tattle, went down the hill battle Agile like a cobra on a cattle, big with a saddle [Verse 102: Rah Digga] Chokin' as I run a lap, smokin' on a hundred pack Slay tryna double down, fuck it, I'ma run it back Fillin' up the quota, check the scrolls, roll the credits Most of these niggas for the record, I done already bested Pull a plug on they career, leave 'em cryin' for the nurses Then I run up from the rear, little momma at they verses In the wild with no churches, my style for no purpose Better ask a motherfucker if the drama really worsens [Verse 103: Mysonne] You see, you listenin' to a master, the hood niggas' pastor Hall of Fame, my jersey in the rafters Energy the same, knuckle game like Cassius Allergic to these lames, these niggas give me rashes I'm done giving passes, I'm checking these niggas Got the game fucked up, I'm correcting these niggas Old school, I'ma start decking these niggas 'Cause I done lost every inch of respect for these niggas (Every inch) [Verse 104: Jon Connor] Rolling deep, making you fold and crease Giving back to the culture like we owe the streets My flow's increased, my foes defeat, you got frozen feet Homie, that's how it's supposed to be We got it locked and you got a broken key Got to admit it, you niggas is dinner, I feel like a shark in an open sea I can't believe that you niggas was thinkin' that y'all on my level Let's dance with The Devil And we on the highway to Hell so I'm keeping my hand on the wheel and my foot on the pedal Let's get 'em, Kay Slay, fuck whoever naysay Motherfuckers sittin' there with a blank face Flint, Michigan came in this bitch and got busy again, ain't no time for the gameplay [Verse 105: Jae Millz] Hey yo, it's Jae Millz, to my society we was menacing Nigga, you was ducking them shots, we was sendin' 'em I got a bad bitch, her skin cinnamon And when I send her in, you can't tell if she Jamaican or Dominican Catch me out in Vegas on the winning end Shakin' up the dice like I'm dancin' to It's All About The Benjamins Niggas ain't got style, they look like mannequins And if you really like that, then why you panickin'? [Verse 106: Rockness] Hold up, niggas, keep quiet, who that? M-M-M-Monsta Ain't no street fightin', I fire, that's B-B-B-B-Blanka These niggas speakin' live but they lyin' like R-R-R-R-Rasta's Slugs beside 'em, they cryin' like n-n-n-n-nah, son! Son, stay in your lane, Clark Kent Your squad full of rats, splinters Y'all are fuckin' part bitch I'm hard as a claw to their necks and they not pissed They bomb shit, smashin' their mother Mary, I can fuckin' cum quick [Verse 107: Steele] Yo, these niggas is garbage, harkin' and larkin', cartridge in your cartilage Honor The Partridge Family, the only ones I walk with Crime partners, divine rhyme authors Lines carvin' like knives sharpened The fly marksmen, beware the shark's fin County Kings, Lord of Lords, Don Camouflage Often called King Kong of the entourage Molotov bars, brought a little iron palm I am God, Smif-N-Wessun branded on the firearm [Verse 108: Tek] I took a vow to the streets, Mushahada to Allah So I seek his forgiveness, what I say in these bars You my man and a DJ, not playin' my shit Suck a dick! When you see me don't say shit You niggas ridin' round in them Jeeps with the doors off (doors off) Make it easier to toss these .45 slugs (Boom!) Hit the passenger (passenger) and the driver (driver) Go to any hood that's live and I'll make it liver [Verse 109: Skyzoo] It's SK, the definition of hybrid Made it make sense, now neither side of the fence Don't have the heart to collide with It cost you to sleep on the one who do the reviving Casper the Friendly, the pen flew silent Double meanings get double cupped like dumpin' lean in But I'm from out BK so Hennessy what I'm bleedin' Break it down and it build up more, know the regime I make eight feel like twenty-four, Kobe Bean, what up? [Verse 110: PLAYBOY MIKEY D] Straight spit, some people hate it To see I made it, now I'm updated And The Drama King OK'd it, then I laid it (then I laid it) And when the engineer replayed it They was like "Damn! Mikey D Kay Slayed it!" Just keep it friendly 'cause you don't wanna offend me I'm not gonna be trendy, the opps they tried to end me With the semi and the Henny but I wasn't sippin' any Been a legend since the '80's, still spitting like I'm twenty [Verse 111: Young Noble] Young N-O to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z This is Outlawz for life, got bars and stripes All that shit that I survived, you would have lost your life Kay Bucket got us rollin' two hundred and something deep Eight bars after eight bars of straight heat Look, save the applause One phone call, I could feed you to the dogs Or send you to the morgue [Verse 112: Tone Trump] Slay two hundred deep but it's just me and my gat The Top Ahk, I don't lie in my raps Youngin', come to the mosque before you die in a trap The streets dead, all these cameras and rats I tie my camel when I stay out the way MDF street stuntin' when I'm mobbin' wtih Slay We don't do diss records, we respond with the K We don't do diss records, we respond with the K