Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 200, artist - Nems. Album song Gorilla Monsoon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: LYFER GANG
Song language: English
200 |
| Body ya whole family |
| Like Chris Benoit |
| Leave ya pen scarred |
| Spit rim bars, ghetto memoirs |
| Bag ya bitch right in front of you |
| Revoke ya pimp card |
| You with the centaurs |
| Send her with her ribs gone |
| And a Fuck Ya Lyfe tee |
| That’s the shit we been on |
| Nigga, my gun been drawn |
| And these cowards can’t fuck with me |
| Nemstar with the Gemzstar, buck-fifty |
| Fuck a stylist |
| You keep on icing |
| I’ll slice ya eyelids |
| Ice picks in ya iris |
| It’s Coney Island |
| We up in Cypress |
| On the roof, laying like snipers |
| Professional shit, night vision goggles with wipers |
| One shot outta the barrel fuck up your ciphers |
| Shout out to the Lyfers |
| Scumbags and knifers |
| Live from Rikers |
| Motherfucker get cut quickly |
| Nemstar with the Gemzstar, buck sixty |
| Armed heavily |
| Guardians guardin' the God’s legacy |
| My squad stomp you out with more legs than a centipede |
| Desert Eags, bombed at the bar off of kerosene |
| Kill yaself, you in the closet like David Carradine |
| Beretta scream |
| Couldn’t step to me with the Devil’s team |
| Energy like it’s ten of me |
| Crash ya embassy |
| Kick ya front door wide open |
| Like, «Yo, remember me?» |
| Gemzstar with the Nemstar, buck seventy |
| I’m a hundred percent gutter |
| A hundred percent tougher |
| And any one these suckas |
| I tell 'em, «Go fuck ya mother» |
| I fell in love with the hustle |
| You fell in love with a Gunther |
| Now I got that broad feeding me grapes |
| That bitch a butler |
| She got you eating out of her ass |
| 'Cause you a buster |
| She showed me where you keep ya stash |
| You shouldn’t trust her |
| She thought I loved her |
| But I dubbed her |
| Now she hate me |
| Nemstar with the Gemzstar buck eighty |
| Man, I put that bitch head in a box like Kevin Spacey |
| I knock you out in front of the cops |
| And tell 'em, «Chase me» |
| Ya mom’s is a big bull dyke |
| They call her Tasty |
| She used to boost Lo gear for me from outta Macy’s |
| That’s my crimey |
| The warrant squad couldn’t find me |
| They mased the whole team on the block |
| They coulda blind me |
| Grimy |
| Wake you out ya sleep with one ninety |
| Gemzstar with the Nemstar, buck ninety |
| Come try me |
| Punk, the pump right by me |
| You pump-fakin and fist-pumpin' |
| Ya suit’s shiny |
| I’m too slimy |
| Slide the tentacle in ya wifey |
| Might be the nicest ever without a pardon |
| You a target |
| I’m Sergeant Slaughter to you |
| Ya little twat, I got callouses harder than you |
| I’m a storm shadow |
| You a born rat who needs his jaw shattered |
| I abhor rappers |
| I’m the law, lord and master |
| I’m in the F-150 Raptor |
| All i do is grind and ride |
| Merch game homicide |
| Shittin on your nine to five |
| Ask me how I’m doin' |
| I say, «I'm alive» |
| But I still keep the grip by my side |
| Just in case the drama rise |
| Take the stand, I’ma lie |
| Lookin' in your honors eyes |
| Jab leave you stunned |
| Right hook’ll leave you traumatized |
| Me and Gemz kill niggas line-for-line |
| With a scholars mind |
| Flow hotter than the sun shine in Ghana skies |
| Dollar signs |
| Lotta crime |
| Posted by the mama’s fried |
| Shotties slide out the trenchcoat |
| Like its Colombine |
| Gotta grind |
| When the feds givin' out that Gotti time |
| Probably find |
| Bodies lined up |
| In ya lobby slime |
| Dust, booze |
| Mushrooms |
| Smack ya out ya molly mind |
| Police comin' around like, «Who done it?» |
| Back-to-back |
| Gat-for-gat |
| Who want it? |
| Nemstar with the Gemzstar |
| Two hunnit, nigga |
| Nigga |
| Come here, nigga |
| Ahh, nigga, just cut me! |
| Hold that, motherfucker |
| Somebody call the police! |