DJ Kay Slay - Rolling 200 Deep VI (feat. Haddy Racks, Kid Capri, Bynoe, Kool Keith, King Card, B-Real, Herb McGruff, Stan Spit, Kick Gunz) lyrics

300 niggas, you still can't get in my league
If it's on sight, I'm still gon' pull out a squeeze
And you know where my gang is at
Man, the only borough that got there where the name is at
This ain't the place for a nigga to front
I seen a rapper get killed after doing his publicity stunt
Had he rather stay with it, even pray with it
Go and kill an opp and than tell the cops the AK did it

200 deep, 200 player for keeps
200 animals eating like 200 cannibals
200 reasons why you gonna need 200 guys
200 times for 200 miles, this is why
I'm 200 with everything that I do
Kid Capri undisputed, party rock is the truth
200 millions worth, I'm thinking when they'll step in the booth
200 people gonna stop me when I'm 200 proof, 200 deuce

You aged, you skin as Cack
Got the muffle on the mack
Still keep a scalpel close, I rip a nigga
Gymnastic tryouts, I get to flipping niggas
2-1-3, go why clipping niggas?
At the playoff P, whip the yo in the pot
Caught me made off beat, you not a shooter
You a stand sucker-ass groupie
Oh, you fly, you got shot, that Dapper Dan Gucci

Type of God to rip a rapper whole skull off
Rollin' like a bowling ball, down to grand on course
Y'all on force, spittin' bars in your pink drawers
My 45, put your paragraphs in the mall
A fucking shooter out the backboard, James Harden
Pros cook, ladies come, taste big sausage
They work, Play can't do it, 'cause they teeth rotten
I tell a limo driver, bomb, I'ma keep shot

Yo, a certain type of nigga ain't gon' like this
You rather die, niggas almost die, they ain't ride six
Once you pick a side, you gotta stay in it
You can't side switch, you out here fuckin' with everybody
Like a fly bitch, they say if the shoe fit, wear it
I say take this all out and make this size fit
Turn to conditions, it's in the fineprint
It's King Card, you niggas still call me "Call, switch"
Ice box between the look in my armpit

On it at the West Coast
The ballin' motherfucker named Green Thumb
I got the pack game locked if you need some
Another payday, don't care about what they say
Rollin' up the bully, we the flavors with Kay Slay
It's a mayday, mayday, you goin' down
I'm on vacay workin' on my third round
You take L's but I smoke 'em
He was talkin' really loud until I broke 'em

Ayo, 200 niggas on the track
198 niggas gettin' bodied, that's facts
Winners smoke clear and be gruffin' spit
We the zone, holdin' throne, niggas fuck my dick
Southport stands with my medal in hand
Ain't a bitch with a hand, don't let me off the blam
Drug money, federal scams, bad bitch gettin' hand a lamb
Gruffle gangsta, you know who I am

Rollin' 200 deep, why would I do that?
When these rappers get shot and won't shoot back
Who that, streaming murder, I don't believe you
Kay say "Slay, you niggas, I won't leave you"
Who gon' be the next sayin' "Rest in Peace" to
Go 'head, nigga, act tough, I don't need no backup
But don't get wrapped up before the yearly rap-up
And don't be the one that's getting stitched and patched up

I only got ace, so I'ma get straight to it
Like, if I put the barrel in your face, you know I'm gon' use it
Ever shows you love, better not abuse it
I speak true lango, this is more than music
I got that Godfather flow, dawg, wonder Marko
200 deep, but I'm using solo bolo
Photo mack Kodak, you know my mack is black
Why them suckers play the front, real niggas in the back