Rolling 200 Deep XVI

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[Verse 165: Big Gipp] Gipp from the back woods, canned goods, white hoods Huntin' season, cut 'em up, turn 'em into gumbo .30-06 knock the head off a young doe Eight bars, 25 years, boy I kill careers Got beef, cook beef, Kay Slay, Drama King Load it up, takin' aim, hit 'em with the red beam Hip-hop these days, rappers ain't the same Wear a million in some jewelry and I never knew their names [Verse 166: Khujo] Eight bars is enough to drag that ass If not, then 30 rounds'll clap that ass Gun Club Goodie's on one, flushinator Whip clean, clean all black like Darth Vader ATLien, hoe, better know the drill Bringing that drama like Kay Slay for real No cigar for you fuck boys and lames Drop the mic, throw in the towel, fuck out the game [Verse 167: T-Mo] Kay Slay, what it do? Mo Good poppin' off Empire, live wire, pussyfootin', get tossed Caught by the boss, boy, I oughta put a bullet in him Leave another pussy victim, Dirty South, dirty system Fast money, fast livin', eat good, Thanksgiving Old nigga, young nigga, smart nigga, dumb nigga Pullin' triggers on your own phone, you a stupid nigga Time up for you fake suckas, you some dead niggas [Verse 168: Klass Murda] My plug not from the USA but plugged in like a USB My college shooters like USC and do whatever for that USD And they supply any drug that you U-S-E Street weed or the Za, yeah I keep gas Either or, Michael Kors, I got cheap bags So you know we put in pain 'til they free CAS Apes hangin' out the window at your repass [Verse 169: Rayvon] Yo, they finally let the legend on the track Yeah, the genie's out the bottle, shit, and ain't no putting me back Now we only movin' forward, creepin' like assassins And like that boy Biggie, I be sicker than your average Flee with the stash and that Harlem nigga swagger My attitude's cocky, plus I'm type arrogant A cut above the rest so ain't no comparin' me I be killing tracks daily, nigga, just for the therapy [Verse 170: Johnny Wa] I wanna take you back to the basics, Pro-Keds and Asics Tempos unleashed whose different styles we into MC's that talk shit, many times they forfeit, soft shit Put that mic down, get off it I've perfected my perfection in multiple directions And visions and reflections, a black man with blessings You mad at my aggression, mastered my profession Just sit back, relax, enjoy this recollection, Wa! [Verse 171: Chip Fu] Lyrics in abundance (Nah) Lyrics in abundance and large numbers Lyrics in abundance and large numbers in the thousands and hundreds Lyrics in abundance and large numbers in the thousands and hundreds That's why I eat beats like tea and crumpets And feast on niggas like pieces of crumb cake No witches or broomsticks or turning them gold chariots to pumpkins Gun long like the one drawn like Harriet Tubman, a nefarious clubman When it comes to beasts, I'm the scariest of them Swam in different aquariums, I can't swim with sharks 'cause none's ever coming in my circumference [Verse 172: Iman Shumpert] Gave a gang of money to the wrong nigga This the blackout, guess I done mixed the wrong liquors up I got niggas ready to drop with a pound of pick-me-up Picket fence was all I wanted but this crib is big as fuck Park, open the gates, ain't no dinosaurs surviving wars Or weapon upgrades, we hitting what we was aiming for See the type of time I'm on? I'm pushing the needle forward The police what I need it for, don't ask me what I'm reachin' for, stupid [Verse 173: J.SOS] I'm in the back of this Acura with my back to shit Movin' girl all around those zombies, it was the last of us Mom told me just stay safe, I stayed hazardous I ran base, now I'm in the right field, I'm Hank Aaron Shit, listen here, dog, I don't bear witness I'll skin a bear for his fur, let the other bears witness You finish the drama hour, I'll slay with a K If I don't get the right amount of dollars I'm able to make so [Verse 174: Manolo Bandz] Best in the 200, the goons run it K-Kay Slay, we here fifty years, we shed tears I run from The BX to B-Wood to C.I The best since Keith Murray and B.I., who shot ya? We tried to take chains since slave trades I maintained the same trade since Coca-Cola had cocaine It's like tryin' to ride around in a full train and touch the third lane [Verse 175: Kitty Gata] Kitty got 'em runnin' with they tails tucked I ain't ever scared to fuck my nails up All these bitches sharks 'til they wake the killer whale up Press the bitch face to face and now the bitch is tearin' up (Pussy!) You ain't really like that, in real life you really shook She gon' talk shit and get dropped like Dillon Brooks Damn, I feel like Nate Dogg, bitch, you 'bout to feel these hooks And know we can't make up like this is how I really look [Verse 176: Ghostface Killah] Like The Statue of Liberty, holdin' a torch If you run up in my spot, then you've come to get scorched Monster jaws and keep to the streets with hard Coke packs, egg shaped, I'm an Easter god With scud missiles that'll bring down The Vatican Snatchin' the pope up out of his coat and I'm still draggin' 'em Bodyguards rushin', I'm awake stabbin' 'em The real killer struck when he jumped on the wagon [Verse 177: King Kirk] Hip-hop was my dream come true, don't like me, fuck you Your moms is a pigeon and your pops was too The coupe is light blue, the seats is milk white And I just crashed that shit last night but I'm alright It turned into a fight, that Batman shit My dick is 5X, that black man shit All that rap fans get is trash When they hear you, yeah you, when they hear me you they Plan Z [Verse 178: Big Dubez] Uh! Dubie! Cinematic shit, get your popcorn Two-seater, top gone, bird with no top on Pop on flagrant, I ain't want to flop on Frontin' like you wanna lock horns and got Crocs on You shittin' me? No jewels but a pocketful Fly dude like a nigga drink rocket fuel Nicer than who? Nigga, stop it, fool You wanna get punch drunk, take a shot at Dubez [Verse 179: Trae Tha Truth] Street nigga play with this critic, get your face white Ever goin' to playin' with beef, I get your plate right Pull up on 'em lookin' for dinner like it's a date night Bag 'em up, drop they ass in the ocean swimmin' with great whites Kiss a little somethin' like medicine with the battle H-Town, pull up the trunk and let it rattle All black up in the hoodie like I'm a shadow Everyday I play with a stallion without a saddle [Verse 180: Don Q] I don't give a fuck who you are so fuck who you are Take my time when I rhyme, I don't rush through a bar Walking through the party with it, got it tucked by the bar Watchin' niggas leavin' the club tryin' to rush to they car Hope you niggas alert, don't make me lift up the shirt He drive off, the shit I spit'll put his whip in reverse He had a foreign, now he got to sit in a hearse I told Slay if I ain't first I ain't sendin' a verse [Verse 181: T.I.] Played the undertaker, future was dark as Darth Vader My ultimatum was trap now or starve later Chasin' large paper, niggas played games, I arcade 'em When the odds went against me, depended on God's favor Wasting all your time in sessions impressin' them Caucasians Dove in the deep end, then the sharks ate 'em K-I-N-G of my region, was raised by Big Dre 'em You play with our label, we made you call play them [Verse 182: KRS-One] Back with another eight, I shine like the street light For thirty years, the rhymes I left will make you see right I'm not the weak type, I'm enlightenin' minds The teacher, I get smart like Agent 99 You want the real? KRS the type to find All this talk 'bout ass, that's why they quite behind Rappers jump up, I put 'em by my Nike signs That classic line you quotin', it might be mine [Verse 183: E-40] Manish with it, hard-headed and rowdy (rowdy) Arsenal like the Saudis, give a fuckboy an owie (Ow!) Teach this hoe ass a valuable fuckin' lesson Give him a seventeen second checkin' for disrespectin' You ain't gotta look for no trouble 'cause trouble will fuck around and find you Too much sucker shit in the air, they don't stick to the script like they 'posed to do (Uh uh) Niggas will criss cross you and double back (double back) Everybody ain't gon' be happy for you, that's a fact [Verse 184: MC Serch] 200 MC's but I'm gonna spend my eight bars Givin' flowers to fallen stars gone too soon (Like who?) Gift of Gab of Blackalicious, Ecstasy from Whodini Black Rob and Prince Markie Dee of The Disco 3 The Digital Underground's Mr. Shock G (My man) Biz Markie, long live the kid Who died young but lived twice as long as Pop Smoke did (Too young!) God bless DMX and with one bar left RIP MF Doom, KMD's Zev Love X (GYP) God bless the dead