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dj kay slay - rolling 200 deep xi كلمات أغنية

[verse 99: talk it trigga]
straight out of harlem, for you to eat a sack with a 40 on me
brand new pair of constructs with the nordie on me
really get right to the bag, that’s why them shorties on me
four_one_o comin’ for our door and you gotta sport me homie
so the realest n_ggas in the room
kay slay made a call for the hitters, i bought a broom
the plugs hit the workers right, i bought a spoon
they started sweeping synagogues, n_gga, i bought a jew

[verse 100: zipwitdadrip]
zip, i need a bulletproof condom and shooters on my d_ck
i’m just a few stacks from a mil, i’m borderline rich
my sh_t a eight with the grind i mix
i’m like a mixtape away from a deal and i got mad sh_t
ball like manigault and i let the hammer blow
jump out the mclaren and dump something in his cantaloupe
n_gga fernando said we’d clean up out the bando
started with an eighth and i ain’t sent it by the vanload

[verse 101: treach]
jersey jumanji, armed with harmony and an armory
rapper from bethany baptist, brother x is down with all i seen
torpedoes from these negroes, what is the trajectory?
what it is? what is the question? what is treachery’s jeopardy?
f_ck with my mojo, my mind state is more loco
since i lost biz markie and rip quasimoto
tell ’em zealots how it went down the hill battle
agile like a cobra on a cattle, big with a saddle
[verse 102: rah digga]
chokin’ as i run a lap, smokin’ on a hundred pack
slay tryna double down, f_ck it, i’m run it back
fillin’ up the quota, check the scrolls, roll the credits
most of these n_ggas for the record, i done already bested
pull a plug on they career, leave ’em cryin’ for the nurses
then i run up from the rear, little momma at they verses
in the wild with no churches, my style for no purpose
better ask a motherf_cker if the drama worsens

[verse 103: mysonne]
you see you listen to a master, the hood n_ggas’ pastor
hall of fame with a jersey in the rafters
energy the same, knuckle game like cassius
allergic to these lames, these n_ggas give me rashes
i’m done giving passes, i’m checking these n_ggas
got the game f_cked up, i’m correcting these n_ggas
old school, i’ma start decking these n_ggas
’cause i done lost every inch of respect for these n_ggas (every inch)

[verse 104: jon connor]
rolling deep, making you fold and crease
giving back to the culture like we owe the streets
my flow’s increased, my foes defeat, you got frozen feet
homie, that’s how it’s supposed to be
we got it locked and you got a broken key
got to admit it, you n_ggas is dinner, i feel like a shark in an open sea
i can’t believe that you n_ggas was thinkin’ to jump on my level
let’s dance with the devil
and we on the highway to h_ll so i’m keeping my hand on the wheel and my foot on the pedal
let’s get ’em, kay slay, f_ck whatever they say
motherf_ckers sittin’ there with a blank face
for every second claimin’ this b_tch, she got busy again, ain’t no time for this waste
[verse 105: jae millz]
hey yo, it’s jae millz, to my society we was menacing
n_gga, you was ducking them shots, we was sendin’ them
i got a bad b_tch, her skin cinnamon
and when i send her in, you can’t tell her she jamaican or dominican
catch me out in vegas on the winning end
shakin’ up the dice like i’m dancin’ to it’s all about the benjamins
n_ggas ain’t got style, they look like mannequins
and if you really like that then why you blending in?

[verse 106: rockness]
all you n_ggas keep cryin’, who that? m_m_monsta
in the street fightin’, i fire that g_g_g_glock
n_ggas speak a lot but they lyin’ like f_f_frauds
soon as we sign ’em they be cryin’ like n_n_n_nah!
son stay in your lane, clark kent
your squad full of rats, splinters
y’all are f_ckin’ part b_tch
i’m hard as a claw to their necks and they not p_ssed
they bars, just mention ’em, i’ma murder ya, you’re f_ckin’ garbage

[verse 107: steele]
you n_ggas is garbage, harkin’ and larkin’, cartridge in your cartilage
honored to be part of this family, the only ones i walk with
crime partners, divine rhyme authors
lines carvin’ like knives sharpened
the fly marksmen, beware the shark’s fin
county kings, lord of lords, don camouflage
often called king kong of the entourage
molotov bars, brought a little iron palm
i am god, smif_n_wessun branded on the firearm
[verse 108: tek]
i took a vow to the streets, mushahada to allah
so i seek his forgiveness, what i say in these bars
you my man and a dj not playin’ my sh_t
suck a d_ck! when you see me don’t say sh_t
you n_ggas ridin’ round in them jeeps with the doors off (doors off)
make it easier to toss these .45 slugs
(boom!)
hit the passenger (passenger) and a driver (driver)
go to any hood that’s live and i mean it lively

[verse 109: skyzoo]
it’s sk, the definition of hybrid
made it make sense, now neither side of the fence
don’t have the heart to collide with
it cost you to sleep on the one who do the reviving
casper the friendly, the pen flew silent
double meaning to double cup like double linen
but i’m from out bk so hennessy what i’m bleedin’
break it down and it build up more, know the regime
i make eight feel like twenty_four, kobe b
what up?

[verse 110: playboy mikey d]
straight spit, some people hate it
to see i made it, now i’m updated
and the drama king ok’d it, then i laid it (then i laid it)
and when the engineer replayed it
they was like “d_mn! mikey d kay slayed it!”
just keep it friendly ’cause you don’t wanna offend me
i’m not gonna be trendy, the opps they tryna end me
with the semi and the henny but i wasn’t sippin’ any
been a legend since the ’80’s, still spitting like i’m sweaty

[verse 111: young n0ble]
young n_o to the b_l_e
last name o_u_t_l_a_w_z
this is outlawz for life, got bars and stripes
all that sh_t that i survived, you would have lost your life
kay bucket got us rollin’ two hundred and something deep
eight bars after eight bars of straight heat
look, save the applause
one phone call, i could feed you to the dogs
or send you to the morgue

[verse 112: tone trump]
slay two hundred deep but it’s just me and my gat
and so i, i don’t lie in my raps
youngin’ comes to the mobs before you die in a trap
the streets dead, all these cameras and rats
i tuck my camera when i stay out the way
mdf street stuntin’ when i’m mobbin’ wtih slay
we don’t do diss records, we respond with the cappin’
we don’t do diss records, we respond with the cappin’

- dj kay slay

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