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lirik lagu dj kay slay - rolling 200 deep x

[verse 84: billboard baby]
try me if you wanna, i’m a boss, you a runner
talkin’ sh~t all winter, give me p~ssy all summer
gotta make these b~tches rap again, legal drug trafficking
this that blue magic, frank lucas with the packaging
i 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 b~tch talkin’ that sh~t, i won’t condone it
it’s odd with the taste of the mouth, no covid

[verse 85: e~class]
either a n~gga stoned in the streets or known in the yard
i’m talkin’ fresh off of the pot 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 like the benzino, don’t understand?
with this clip ’bout thе size of coi leray, it won’t jam
i need the bag so i fill it up with somе honey bun
no chris or neef but slay had to come get his young guns

[verse 86: young poppa]
this four spark, you better be trained and have a chrome heart
one call will turn that full whip into a go~kart
back inside my bag, you know they end up with bum sh~t
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, the young n~gga been up since
streets evil, they gon’ say they love you and they can’t see
you shootin’ with me, got a n~gga 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 k!ll a small village
i catch a body in a tall 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 e 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, 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 n~gga 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 finna lose with me
n~ggas ain’t tryin’ to meet up, they really want to zoom with me
this mafia, we gon’ tear the club up
street sweeper sh~t, 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?
b~tches like the gray of my beard like ron isley
philly n~ggas 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 n~ggas’ necks like a stepladder
if i apply pressure you a dead rapper
who died with your eyes open, neck 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 sp~cecraft, call it the mothership
can’t stand around too long, haters on some other sh~t
they hatin’ so they fear what they can’t understand
how this n~gga drippin’ water worth about a hundred bands? (ching ching)
from another land takin’ the stand on the come up?
think it’s sweet? dare you to run up
n~gga
[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
n~gga flow been lethal, spit you out then eat you
yeah b~tch, nice to meet you but i’m here for the people
rock harder than most, street n~gga, follow the smoke
get a b~tch and choke, cut her deep in her throat
it’s like a murder she wrote, i k!ll 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, pink ceiling
twenty bricks for a piece, half million
run in your crib, n0body live except children
say something, send your pops to the flower shop
next to your moms at your wake, picture on top
front row, last show, the ball drop
there’s too many f~gs 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
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 last 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 off of 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 rain
got it out the mud, you can still see the stains (uh huh!)
life’s a b~tch, oh well, i still love it (still!)
hoppin’ off planes with barely no luggage (haha!)
they hate when you walk, i don’t feed into the drama (nah!)
put the b in the bahamas, sippin’ piña colada

[verse 98: wais p]
let the .45 take care of ’em, 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 stealing quarters
bring water for the thirst, heat burst
spontaneously combust walkin’ through the church
i’m the worst, perverse 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

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