Rolling 200 Deep XII

Lyrics

[Verse 113: Locksmith] We went from t-hots to greedy opps Sneaky plots, fightin' each other for TV spots Cd drops, now they all flockin' like seeing dots See me lock around the head of my haters like DiBiase Put his ass to sleep, my lyrics impact the street Ghettos tryin' to kill me, it built me before Master P Richmond, California, the home of the master key And I'm the locksmith, there'll never be another after me [Verse 114: Big T] Uh, I'm the best to ever do it, I'll say it You don't like it? Better do something about it Tetris, hit your block, we making moves all around it It's a chance of showers when my eyes mostly clouded All these duck tales got Mr. Scrooge comin' at 'em Oh no! Mr. T, I got bullet comin' at 'em I'll show 'em how the Moulin Rouge comin' at 'em Exposin' 'em, I'm havin' a lot of tools comin' at 'em Or blows at 'em, then there's a bunch of cheese comin' at 'em [Verse 115: Saigon] My money, my money long like my ding-a-ling length Whip a nigga head with this orangutan strength You can't hear me spittin' then say that it ain't a gift Been rockin' with Kay Slay since y'all was rockin' K-Swiss Listen you bitch, get out of pocket I'll pull this pocket rocket out of my pocket Get to poppin' it at your noggin If he survive it, I'ma be right there when a nigga recover Run down on a sucker and give him another, motherfucker [Verse 116: Sha Queen] Salute the queen, see these chicks born hoes Mossberg Pinocchio, suck on this long nose Kill bitches with the flows, they don't want to cross roads Plus I'll set it off like Cleo with the cornrows You can get the bullets free but I hide the shells I don't do nothing with 'em, they all 69 and tell Like cartel mean get in the car and tell These bitches Smurfs, they just wanna gargle Mel (Barker!) [Verse 117: Peter Gunz] You call the cops, I call the crock You shoot an opp but not a cop (Uh uh) You niggas worse than my BM up in my DM It's crazy when I see him, he pussy, you oughta stop him 'Cause if you ever see a nigga smokin' Cory pack You see his fuckin' brains in his daughter lap You see the fuckin' brains on a blanket Sincerely, Gunz Senior, Big Pankey [Verse 118: King Bless] I'm the don of politickin' invested But don't get it twisted, I'm not the nigga to mess with It's hollow tips in this Wesson (Facts!) I hear a nigga talkin' but not a nigga's impressive Black Barbie with me, I'm in the tropics gettin' molested And y'all keep gossiping with your jaw When you niggas move it's highly probable you the law That macho shit is a fraud Calling every nigga with a bag "Big bro" Stop gobbling niggas' balls (King!) [Verse 119: Corporal AK] Careful to watch your lips or get it ripped off The irony, I'll wet your shirt to take your drip off Got an on and off switch, I advise you, leave that bitch off Pissing on your grave will have your family pissed off Pussy, you can't survive in these fucked conditions 'Cause being laid on your back, that's a fuck position Bullets ejaculate your soul and protection is missin' Now if you can't stomach that then abort the mission, nigga [Verse 120: Molecules (The Legion)] OK, it's been alleged that I sold marijuana My pops from St. Thomas and I grew up with Kitwana Big man 'Cules, you know they call me Molla Holla My team gettin' money, your team livin' in squalor And we hail from The Bronx, we be the bombers You know you can't mess with the gods so why bother? Meanwhile, I'm the man in my town You a goofy-ass nigga, you's a motherfuckin' clown [Verse 121: Chucky Smash (The Legion)] Hey yo, activation, Legion smash, drum the patterns Teeny tiny with my beanie like Aladdin The dragon, I'm combined with a lotus Slay hit us up, I'm honored, hocus pocus Shazam, a king like Kay Slay with one arm Lined up nice, two hundred, drop the bomb (Come on!) Pull out the Desi, y'all not ready The Bronx Bombers of New York like Rock Steady [Verse 122: Diceman (The Legion)] Yo stop frontin' like you splittin' atoms When my flow surround sounds then it rocks around Saturn The rotten apple, poisoned Eve, turned out Adam Yo Smash, yo Mollzy, watch how we get at 'em They tried to trace it, they couldn't copy the pattern The closest them clowns got to bars was throwin' up in taverns My data's never laggin', I saw the vacancy Showin' no hesitation, I rush with no latency [Verse 123: D.V. Alias Khryst] The originators, Brownsville regulators, the innovators Generators to the flows you stole And so hey, man, we here to put the game on froze You know, that street grimy hustle, Pyrex on stove shit The raps ain't controllin' all you niggas that make hits We ain't back, we been here like fuckin' a porn bitch Chain snatched your image when I took you out of it Nicer than who you claim, that's a lie, acknowledge it [Verse 124: Nutso] Yeah! Salute The Drama King, he put me on his album Stuntin' Magazine, yeah, he know I let the llama ring Street Sweeper Radio, I caught a couple bodies (Facts!) After the show, homicide waitin' in the lobby Nutso the Queens legend, street certified Who want drama? Y'all don't wanna meet me outside (outside) I quit drinkin' and druggin', man, I had to level up Bought a house and a beat machine and now my money up [Verse 125: Waterbed Kev] Yeah I be stranglin' MCs on the mic I be doin' the freaky things that I like Precise, when I'm on the mic I get hype Brainstorms, don't think long, a million dollar boy I been rockin' the grace since the motherfuckin' audible And them whispers, don't hear in my ear I'm hip hop, I was born not to fear For old school, new school cats, never that [Verse 126: Torae] I'm on some Coney Isle killin' shit Kay Slay called, got to killin' shit Ride like I'm fresh out the dealership Pop up on some two wheeler shit Dudes on they menstrual now, ain't nobody militant Heard your new shit, I ain't feelin' it You can get got talkin' 'bout how you gettin' it (Pow!) Where your ceiling went? Move this dope shit like I'm dealin' it Two hundred deep and we posted up outside your tenement [Verse 127: Mickey Factz] If I'm raisin' the bar, it's on the roof now River flow but it's greasy, Mickey made 'em a new Nile I'm in the booth now, alcohol will be cooking Your chick lookin', come view what I brew, yo I'm on cam kickin' vowels, I abuse styles Two foul, four more to go, I'm tryin' to move crowds No cap, sharp off the top, deadly as Kung Lao Your chick a slut, she went to court, I heard she blew trial