Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rolling 200 Deep IV, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Date of issue: 02.11.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rolling 200 Deep IV |
| Shame fake niggas has more cake than the funnel now |
| Streets been lit, shit is wild as the tunnel now |
| Hand on my grip for sure when you come around |
| 'Til the day I’m gone, I put on for the underground |
| In the town I’m thorough, Bed-Stuy |
| You already know the borough |
| Do or die, you got a few hours on your hand |
| 'Til I turn these eight bars to flowers for the dead, man |
| Oh, you fellas been warned, Big L is reborn |
| Bitch, I hope to smack eleven with elegant form |
| Nobody better, I ain’t met 'em, just tell 'em «come on» |
| Shit, I’m feeling like a demon, developin' horns |
| Six sinister, this is the big finisher |
| OG spinnable, six ministers, clip finish her |
| Still hope Kay Slay damn with this literature |
| You bastard, I’ma bring you a casket and straight finish ya |
| Slay really got a record with 200 artists on it |
| Out of everybody, watch my part, gon' be the hardest on it |
| Put my verse in the beginning, not in the back |
| Nobody sittin' there listening to 200 niggas rap (Nobody) |
| Whoever Slay put before me or after me |
| Can’t talk that shit like I talk it, they gon' be mad at me |
| I’m outsigning whoever I stand next to |
| I’m cool, it not be it cool, after I disrespect you |
| Originally, I’m the realest to talk it |
| Top ten nigga that put it down for New York |
| With Shadow Mobb, D-Block is a set, my catalog is correct |
| To switch you on the grips, I analog the set |
| Fits, they stay legit and the diamonds, they all VV |
| It’s turkey bags smoking on nuggets as big as kiwis |
| Shit, it really nothin', been hustling since a pee-wee |
| 200 deep, Kay Slay run it up, the fuck is up |
| This the new face of The Rock |
| So, get comfortable before I rock |
| With my day ones, I used to eat Lunchables with 'em |
| Get your baby mama too, don’t give a fuck if you with him |
| 50,000 over stimulus what Trump used to get 'em |
| In the trap, watching the fiends go line for line |
| A few hustlers then we can go dime from dime |
| Yeah, I rap but I be trappin' there from time to time |
| They ain’t hungry like me, let’s go crime from crime |
| One time for Kay Slay, I’m ready, so make way |
| Fight Night main event, I’m ready for payday |
| On point, oh, let’s keep it low with me like Dre Day |
| And them niggas quick to spin on niggas like Beyblades |
| Look, I be the hottest young nigga on the coast |
| I done made it through the storm with a paddle, with a boat |
| Never thought I’d make a million off this shit a nigga wrote |
| I’m just spttin' real shit these niggas «e |
| Catch one and you’ll know it’s combat |
| My shit exterminates all you rodents and rats |
| I brawl like Mike Tyson, y’all know you can’t fight |
| You don’t slip and get hit with this over-hand right |
| They don’t want it, cause I’m sure to trap |
| For bringing more iron, that kicks with defiance |
| A pure assassin, hit my opps with the AK |
| And long live the drama king, Kay Slay |
| Style wars in the '80s to magazine covers with the ladies |
| Had to get a guard, Kay Slay, these words are hommies |
| Since the burners and bombing, stay representin' |
| Tellin' y’all what the time is |
| 200 plus rhymers go back to back |
| On a Trackateers track, it’s a natural fact |
| Large Prof gon' shine, my brain’s a gold mine |
| On stage or online, I’m flame, you know the sign |
| I hustle through my zone like Syracuse (Syracuse) |
| The work came laced like a pair of boots (Laced) |
| Get a gun that you’re prepared to use (Why?) |
| You find out if you gon' live when you pull it like a parachute (Bah) |
| I’m the one who had to stack all the scraps I was given (Scraps) |
| Who fought cases, different states, over raps I was living (Living) |
| I came home and I trapped my way back to a pigeon (Back) |
| Now there’s a bird on the table, happy Thanksgiving |