Rolling 200 Deep XV

Lyrics

[Verse 153: Lady Katz] Victory lap's never endin' Keepin' up the legacy, Slay forever, that's what it's givin' Never in the lane, I'm in the trenches, legacy talk Fuck who your friends is, don't need to see your mentions Had all the whips, a couple Benzes My mind is the prize, my soul got the glow, Sho'nuff couldn't end this Let me off the chain, you on the fences Battlin' who? For what? I'm Street Sweeper, this is endless [Verse 154: MC G.L.O.B.E.] Look, the greatest city in the world Boogie Down Bronx, New York, New York Showin' the love and gratitude on the streets and avenues Pullin' up with an attitude, smokin' a beef like barbecue Walkin' the walk, talkin' the talk You wanna get to know us? I'm balanced like yoga floors, poppin' like soda Hieroglyphics like graffiti on Beach Street MC G-L-O-B-E, eat that [Verse 155: Tony Sunshine] Look at me now, homie, yeah, I got a mean old shine Now you mad at me, waitin' with a big old Nine Talkin' 'bout you killin' me in your mean old rhymes But I've been outside waitin' and ain't seen no crime Homie, I'm paper chasin', got the block on fire You know who cut your face? Knock-knock-knocked you out at the bar You know we seen the tapes, now you Internet thuggin' While you smokin' base, you tuck your tail and chains [Verse 156: Imam Thug] Been across the globe, across the sea, across the planet Hot dammit! You see me, I don't panic I'm Queensbridge finest from the posse alignment Everything is deep, mad writtens is my assignment You see New York back in the driver's seat Still keep it real with you if you keep it real with me Yeah, stay solid, don't fold (don't fold) I'm QB gold, dump it on the ground since diamond rhinestones, never fold [Verse 157: Mistah F.A.B] Y'all off crack? Well, this is dope for y'all niggas You should be happy your boss even spoke to y'all niggas I got receipts that run deep, man, I wrote for y'all niggas Vince Carter in the prime, I'll poster y'all niggas They banned me from The Olympics, I was smokin' y'all niggas Sha'Carri, I'm sorry, but we too dope for y'all niggas I run laps around 'em, ask about 'em, go and check the facts about 'em Gifted niggas in my presence, they don't even remember 'bout em [Verse 158: Layzie Bone] Got a hundred styles gunning all you vultures These niggas keep talkin' culture While they stick us, prick us, mold us Exploit us and turn us lobo Leaders and future moguls need leaders today that's vocal Like Eazy, I fuck the po-po, they need to know that we loco For sure, go check the logo, pyramid with the fist It's written in hieroglyphics, my lyrics is taking risks Go getter, yeah, I'm the shit, never flip flop baby Real hitter, grabbin' my dick 'cause I'm a hip hop baby [Verse 159: Lazarus] Top don here just running the game And all these bars that I kick will take you out of your frame I'm back on fire with them lyrics damning them soundbites I'm from The South Bronx, this what New York sound like It's actually when you really all around the power My guns like Kay Slay, I bring the drama hour We the best in the industry but we don't rap the same My flow Big L, Kool G, Pun and Daddy Kane [Verse 160: Neek Da Skittz] The real skitzo, you know it, I'm real mental I'm the real reason these bitches always eatin' a Mento The real reason these old niggas havin' an issue With bodyin' instrumentals, they softer than Charmin tissue I came to take the crown, I am not bargaining with you Either you hand it down or I'ma Spartacus kick you Rip your head off your shoulders and on a stake I'ma stick you Slowly cook you and turn you, rotisserie poppin' 'em [Verse 161: J.R. Writer] I heard rolling 100, bunch of indirects All you niggas was punchin', nothing ain't connect That's why I brung a hearse for you, come and get some rest And I ain't take it personal 'cause none of y'all are threats I don't stutter when I step, from where Doug E. got the fresh (Harlem!) It's mine's now but you can tell your momma that I'm next Don't be subbin' me to death, I'm somewhere in the 'jects You pissin' the shooters off, every button gettin' pressed, motherfucka [Verse 162: TERROR VAN POO] Perfect drawn symmetry with BX artillery Landmine strikes and they decrease all energies Two steps forward so the first go god willingly Thoughts all cynical, that mean it's straight misery They don't talk to Terror 'cause I erase all memories My memoirs disappear just like old enemies Sidebar, simply he ain't been no friend of me That's when I ghost the past and changin' identities [Verse 163: ItsBizKit] ItsBizKit, the biggest, I does this No air freshener, but I brought the plug in Kay Slay put me on the cover of Straight Stuntin' Straight stuntin', dare niggas to say somethin' When the Drama King is in the building Ask Smitty, it was a lot of things in the building (talkin' shit) Long Island, street heat what we filmin' (What we doin') Don't hit my line if it ain't about a million (Let's get money) [Verse 164: Dyce Payso] Uh, rich nigga with some ice jewels You want to be fucked up nigga like you Wrist cost a half a brick, I was tryin' to grab the strip Fuckin' jump, that drug money I just had to get Uh, that bitch bad so I had to hit Told my nigga Ugg chill don't imagine this Goons in a hooptie, clockin' in a foreign My bitch Shannon Barnes give me head while I'm snorin'