DJ Kay Slay - Rolling 50 Deep lyrics

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used to him (Uh, huh)
OG gangsta
(Yeah) nine with the beamin' (Woo)
Body in the water shit
I thought that was streamin'
Couple Yonkers niggas
We brought our whole team in (Y-O)
D-Block homicide, look 'em in they faces
(D-BLOCK) look how many shooters with us
Count how many cases

Hardest in the world
(Ghost) you ain't gotta ask (Uh, uh)
Way before the quarantine, I was in a mask
Asked niggas for six feet
Pop 'em in the ass you rap it like a G
Wasn't poppin' on the ave


Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)
Analyze the plug and the things
He could do for me, ghost

Let's go
Anytime I talk, you know the truth spoke
(You know the truth spoke)
Any rapper that ever tried me
Got they booth smoked (Ha ha ha)
Y'all niggas play these bitches too close
I'm calling plays
He ain't shootin' with that
Seven like he Kukoč (Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she
Layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I
Was playin' with a onion (Uh, huh)
Your girl ask for cash
You might hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)

Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin

Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates
Frozen medallions, they come from Mesopotamia
The Sheikhs carry me in the
Streets out in Arabia
Tuna fish cans of black hash
Open caskets filled with rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is

You can never win, you're not us
Save your best niggas
Me, I'm just invincible plus
I get tough digit's
Used to smoke water and dust, hands clutched
Nigga 2-0-19 Range look like a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows

Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if you double
Won't play your borough
Can't avoid George Floyd 'til
The case is settled baseless devils
Empty out and replace the metal
Face the treble, when it's bass
We raise the levels
Love it, get it and think nothing of it
Make amends then make it public
We ain't to fuck with

Rollin' 50 deep
Bloodhound hound dogs with sturdy teeth
The apex predator
Wolves huntin' a herd of sheep
Revolutionary philosopher with
Superb mystique
Curriculum of a college professor with
The urge to teach
Overrated, ungrateful parasite
Undeservin' leech
Shove the barrel right in your mouth
You don't deserve to speak
The Ku Klux Klan killer
Bury him in the Earth beneath
Drown him in gasoline
Light the fire and burn they sheets

Yeah, I'm a survivor, it's not a mystery
(Nah) even when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you don't miss the tea (Haha)
Beam to your chest
I swear that I won't miss your T
Scream to the refs, "He flagrant
How could you miss the T?"
The fifth degree, I could flip your Vee
I call my stick Moses
I split your waves in half
Like he split the sea

Niggas don't want smoke, trust me
It's all talk
Mention one of my niggas again
And you'll taste salt
Blood in your mouth, nigga
Dick in your spouse, nigga
Just give me a reason to
Bring them things back out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga
Don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on
You know that we next to be
Runnin' this rap shit, it's WHMG

I wish a nigga would say hood in
The presence of a nigga that
Just don't give a fuck, you better level up
(Flash homie) put your bezel up
(Ay) ain't nothin change
It's forever (Ante up)
I come with the medal up (Aw shit)
Right in VIP is where we'll settle up
I need everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures

Ayo, you fucking with the overbite boss
I'll pull up on your block wavin' a torch
Leave a corpse on your porch
It's killas in the room
I smell Erykah Badu's incense when
Y'all niggas in the room
('Cause y'all pussy)
I will squeeze and clap (C'mon)
But I'll never discuss cheese with rats
(Nigga) i'm the pallbearer that'll throw
You in the ground
With that blocka blocka b-blocka
B-blocka blocka blaow!

From The Dirt be the commission
We ain't askin' for permission to hit 'em
While his children be with 'em, bag drops
Slide up and twist 'em
Thirsty for clout on your laptop
That's how you get finished
Homie was cappin'
Knocked him out of his fitted
Pick up the product and zip it (Zip)
You dyin' to be famous
I couldn't imagine it
Applying only torture
These niggas softer than fabric
Far from average, 357 on me
Knockin’ Cam' Horse & Carriage shit
If I was you, that'd be embarrassin'

Told Slay if this rap don't pop
Fuck selling drops
I be back up on that old shit
Masks and gloves on like
I'm tryna dodge COVID
I'm making coats fresh like aerobics
Over the stove with
The burner on like I'm Emeril Lagasse
Streets sweep you off your feet
Like Drake on Degrassi
You gon' need a colostomy bag
If you tryna stop mine came with drums on it
Bigger than Loretta Devine
With a shot better than Steph and
LeBron, I'm on my grind, bitch

Pass the baton
I'm rap crack packed in a bong
One immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid off when I'm working
Man, I ain't even have to concentrate to
Get this 8 off like a German
That's light work
I can rap last or rhyme first
Pick ya poison, I'm poised
They picking my verse

See the dirtiest of the dirtiest
The godfather
Still'll jack you with no gun
Choke you with your car charger
Slay hit me up on the gram and said, "Damn
You don't even need a buzz to
Be gettin' love from your fans"
I said it's a difference between
A fan and a follower
These niggas went from dick-lickin'
To being straight swallowers
Follow or see a trend and then follow
That's a no hand
Niggas wanna be like Chicago
Scared to death to go there (Yeah! Yeah)

Uh, throw the V's up for victory
GOAT when they mention me, dope era history
Gettin' violated, annihilated
I only do Sanaa Lathan
Fire Satan, God body, I got the choir hatin'
Rich and rude, plus my lifestyle is ravishing
Laying wood on your wife
I swear it's a cabinet
Oakland inhabitant, lifestyle extravagant
Me going broke? Yeah right
Couldn't imagine it

Fuck the system, it's a premise
These visions mentally different
Never be victims, equity grippin'
Melodies is meant to be different
Remember the rhythm
Marches when we melanin pigment
Embedded and gifted, we said it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep the Hubble like a mothership
Nah, we went from raised up kings and
Queens just like our mothers did

Allow me to do what I do best
Then while you rest on my chest
There's a huge S
Niggas that's talkin' that real shit
Only a few left, but not a huge threat
Send shots at a Flint nigga
What they send back, you gon' need two vests
So, please stay off my dick 'less
You got a fat ass and two huge breasts
I been to hell and back and I
Fucked the devil in a blue dress
Give me the motive, they know I'ma show up
And feelin' me make 'em like you less
In this industry, all I see is pussies and
Dickheads like group sex
They waitin' for what I'ma do next
And I'm lookin' around like who's next
Connor

Hit 'em in the body like a millimeter
With about a minute for the rhythm
A lobotomy
If anybody pull it when they wanna
Get up in the middle of the way I do
I'm never givin' an apology
Oughta be up in the talk
I'm one of the better veterans
Who murderin' and get up on the beat
And be the one up in the middle
Of the battle and I'm ready
For the war, I be the one and when I do it
They retreat
With the feelin' of a breeze of a Great Lake
Automatic and it's cinematic when
I'm in the attic
And they get erratic on the bass
Put 'em in a little bit of panic
And I make 'em wanna vacate
Kay Slay just made a way
To make it not stay safe when I lay eight
It's like I lay tape
Like I'm Biggie, the late great, Twista

Fuck all the lyrical shit, bitch
I'm a game spitter
And I tried to told you that I got bars
(Like what?) just like a phone charge
Comin' up out of the slum
The gut of the beast (The gut of the beast)
I don't need no iron, I'm already creased
(Already creased) immune to violence
(Violence) ambulance and police (Police)
Gotta keep your silence
(Silence) out here in the streets (Streets)
Rappers don't rap like me
I don't rap like them (Rap like them)
I'll pull your card just like a SIM
(Like a SIM, biatch)

You know where I be, drinkin' in the lobby
Smokin' on gelati
Slidin' off with a thottie (Huh?)
Stomach on a gate
Made a quick stop to Haji's (Yo)
Walk in any club in New York with no ID
Shorty think 'cause her ass fat
She could line me i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed me

Y'all Johnny come lately, I was on time
On the road like white lines
Readin' all signs
Cleanin' off knives after tallyin'
What was taken
Your man got pinched, my man with him
He said he breakin'
Said he came out the gate
Strong but now he waverin'
Said the G's fadin' him 'cause
He wouldn't put paint in
My name strongest spot you could put a leg in
Fact rap shooter
You know that I stay wavin'

It's Mysonne! Welcome to the revolution
This is gon' be televised
Coward dies a thousand deaths
Real nigga never dies
I had to memorize the rules of the game
I learned from the fools and
Got jewels from the lames
Refuse to entertain you sucker niggas on IG
I'm outside every day, nigga, find me
See, you can try me, just don't 6-9 me
Realest nigga alive is how you define me

Blatant with my right hand
Sneaky my left hook
All my peers know my gear stuck on Westbrook
You claim to be the greatest
All over the sport but all I see is a nigga
Shakin' while holdin' the torch
Proceed, go 'head, try to take the lead
And then tell us how it feels not to succeed
Up to par and up to speed
You already know my body
How many more bars do you niggas need?

Get shot in broad day fuckin' 'round in LA
Home of the gang bang where
We let our nuts hang
Peel your motherfuckin' cap
I put the city on the map
Crackhouse in '92 is what new
Niggas call a trap
I'ma keep it gangsta 'til they put
Me in the fuckin' dirt
Cali keeps it grimy cuz
Texacos gettin' work
'Berg nigga, hair trigger, West Coast
Hell most khakis, chucks, low-riding
White tee's and homicides

This lightning, son of a tee
Prevalent Hebrew
Kryptonian, only trip on niggas I see through
Born sinner, habitually illuminative behavior
I don't fuck with your savior if
He ain't lookin' like we do nigga vegan
But I still enjoy beefin' with pigs
Not a Corleone
A Luca Brasi could sleep with the fish
Send 'em somethin' sleazy so
I could teach you
That I could reach you and how we
Do that hog meat real greasy

Uh, Slay told me to get the weaponry
So I wrote the verse before
He got finished textin' me
A spliff, and in about 60 seconds
I've written destiny i'm glowin', nigga
Lamont Coleman been sittin' next to me
Yeah, rapper remarkably, savage authority
Clappin' the Smith &, Daryl Dixon
Look like I'm practicin' archery
The walking dead
Tell every rapper that spar with me
Cooler than Billy Dee with
The cigar in Mahogany

Fuck your favorite rapper, bitch
I'm not a actor
It's games and laughter towards
Pains and pastors
The aftermath for the matter with
Fo'-five will make 'em scatter
It's like a Now or Later
You prefer the latter
What's understood is overstood
You could be a bitch and a
Snitch and still rep the hood
Your bars are no good, we don't trust you
Not you, not one biff, you government

It's Gordo!
Speak up, you don't understand still?
The heat up, I bet you understand steel
Get you beat up or put you in a standstill
It's rush hour and traffic's
At a standstill
Slay know I'm mad I missed his album (Facts)
But I don't play, like math
The kid's a problem (Uh, huh)
Different kind of caliber of problem (What?)
And my whips look like algebra problems

Loaded Lux
I got a page for each chapter, Slay
You on your job
Unc', you raisin' up the bar
(What?) It's beats and rappers
We gon' have to build, niggas got talents
But they soundin' off balance, man
You ain't even kill
Youngin in the sports, it's not a loss
But all that Tommy got Hilfiger
He wasn't cut from this cloth
But who's the judge the way
They threw him the book?
It seem kinda fishy the way
You got off the hook

I'm jaded
Drunk in the whip playin' Jadakiss
Nah, I ain't worried 'bout
Will and Jada biz you should get with me
Mayweather with victories
Ice Tiffany like crystally, tight symmetry
Flights to Italy and Congo
Hit 'em with the calm flow
Mamis follow everywhere the Don goes
Plush condos, ice in the wing like Rondo's
Million dollar convos, we on those

A lotta clowns in the game
They mama should've aborted 'em
Snitch and come home
Y'all people still supportin' them
I'm Makaveli trained
Testament of his tutelage
Really had to be outside
You couldn't Google it
If Noble Outlaw known to spit the truest shit
Over twenty years in this game
Still doin' it
Thugger peace, Kadafi, Fatal Hussein
Shout outs to Kay Slay and EDI Mean

We on a mission
Thieves in the tab but we get 'em
No more playin' the victim
We gon' spray 'em and split 'em
Kay Slay say "Hi!"t 'em, so we did 'em
It's done black and brown in this bitch
And we all for one better be cautious, son
'cause the time is now
Look, no more talk, where the riders now?
We ain't even tryna hide it
We ain't hard to find
And I ain't got shit for a
Bitch but a hard time

Yeah, picture me sacrificin' integrity
(Yeah) picture me gassin' the gaslighters
I prophetically foreshadow the shallow
Ended the pool you spoke from
If you believe in idols
What happens when you invoke one?
Utter insanity
The first rapper to take me out of
Context can expect a fuckin' calamity
This is much deeper than
Music or surface vanity
A soundtrack to bounce back
You understandin' me?

The hustler, I supply smokers
But eventually I'm tryna get a
B like my guy Hova
I got this chick 'bout to drive over
She bisexual
But take the whole pole 'cause she bipolar
Look, she got some amazing puss'
So I'm shootin' my shot
But not what Tory did to Megan foot
They shootin', brrat, I made you look
So they can see how afraid you look, facts

They gon' miss me when I'm all gone
Tell 'em bury me with legends
And the drug lords
Next to ST, put me with Dimissio
At my wake, all my bitches in a different row
Gotta stop rappin' 'bout dyin'
Let me switch it up
Keys to the Lamb' truck
They gon' see me act up
Love a bitch who got lip
Fillers and her ass done
Cap, what? Nigga, who? We about that action

Cedar or don, milk crate, G's in the pond
Hold the dice, NYPD alarm, need to be calm
Nothin' but gunshots, kids need to be home
Block so hot, the fire hydrant need to be on
(Harlem)
The fiends buy it, have 'em for days wired
Servin' out the Hyatt
Wantin' to be Dave Hyatt
Countin' at the table
The weed and the cigs fired
I'm out of town
Trunk full of ki's and the plate expired

Have me checkin' your chest, no backgammon
The MAC blammin'
This rag hammer get too fly
You get crash landed
I slap fam for wackness
Slackin' their trash fam
Train y'all bitches
No smashin' in the mass transit (Pause)
B-b-b-boss, look at the scars on this hymn
Couldn't hear 'em with bars
I'm the concrete jungle gym
Shinin' through this wildlife, Jungle Jim
Named my Glock 19-COVID
Got y'all up on punishment

Certain suckas used to be homies
Know you put 'em in chalk
When they see you try to walk the
Other direction and play it off
But I be clean up out that rental with
That flame comin' cleaner than a AR
Them suckas know I kill, rush
I'ma spray y'all buck buck, blow blow
Thought I was a lame, I brought the pain
What ya think now? Know that I'm a king
What you should've did was bow
Papoose, let loose
Put them bitches in the ground

Ain't no arguments, yo
You know I spit the hardest
As far as this rap thing, toured continents
Been a monster since I stepped on the scene
'Fore this rap game in the
Zone slingin' to fiends
Chrome thing in my jeans, diamonds dancin'
Flawless, lookin' clean
Porsche truck lookin' mean
I'm lawless, I like to floss in Europeans
Gruff stay on his deen
Stay chasin' the green

This that heat rock, the way the beat knock
Came a long way from movin' sheet rock
Not a CL Smooth and I feel like Pete Rock
The way I be paranoid, I keep the heat cocked
When you the plug, you don't even get to eat
Phone clickin' every minute
I rarely miss a beat my weed plug is Asian
I keep the thugs blazin'
Before I let the waves spin
I rock braids then

I don't give a fuck about niggas
That ain't on my side
I don't care who they kill
Long as none of my niggas die
Violate the gang
Somebody catchin' the head shot
We ain't rattin'
We gon' beat whatever cases the Feds got
Fuck mainstream, in the streets I'm relevant
This for my niggas that been locked
Up since Bush was the president
You gon' die broke and
Kids growin' up poor, nigga
Your baby mom is regrettin'
Fuckin' you raw, nigga

Bring your crew, they could visit the fish
'Cause them niggas'll get wet for shorts
Like a midget just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick and a fist
When I wrestled the bulldog
Threw my wrist in a twist when we was kids
They let us pick the shit up for kicks
But my nigga just caught a trip
For a stick and a brick, nigga

I'm quittin' quarantine on all tracks
Fall back
I'm so all that, I got a mask on my ballsack
(Rrah) even my microphone coughin'
Fiend snitchin'
Too vicious while kissin' more bad
Bitches than Richard Dawson (Rah)
Family Feud, calamity due
Your dog, I stand with any man
I hand 'em a can of dog food (Rrah)
So call me black Santa Claus
I put mistletoe on my drawers so
Fake rappers can suck me off

Yo soy capitán, yo no soy marinero
Meaning if we was a 10, I'd be the 1
You'd be the 0
And no, I'm not the GOAT, motherfucker
I'm the hero
Shapiro, dinero, I'm the Alpha
You're the Romero
I blaze trails like I'm Melo in Portland
I ain't rich out this bitch
I'm no Palmer Cortlandt
No mansion, no yachts, and no fleet of cars
But I'm a beast on this mic
You couldn't find sweeter bars

King Truth play in the city
I'm the recruiter game time
Steppin' away and you'll meet a shooter
Real streets send 'em a message, no computer
Hit the block
I leave niggas missin' like it's Bermuda
Air where them niggas was
Fightin' and pitchin' crack
Any day I could send you a coroner
Get you packed
Never worry about the nigga who talkin'
He in an act asshole, get your whole house
Flipped when I react

If the sun don't shine forever
I got 30 in this bitch with a beam
I'll 9 whoever
Get your mask shot off your face, nigga
Social distancin'
But I still will spank niggas
Ayo, Slay, they ain't like that
The chopper causin' massacres
Shake the whip
Had these niggas crawlin' over passengers
That citizen app get to goin' off
Latex gloves for the drill
Niggas butter soft

45th, I'm a shooter
Niggas know I shoot shit
Pull up, we gon' make it hot
We ain't on that cool shit
Greasy, nuisance, easy, ruthless
Hit 'em 'cause I'm wild then I'm out
Deuces
Come to 9G, I keep a pair, that's pitty pack
I don't rock designers, but I'll line ya
That's a Fendi fact
I'm from where if niggas see
Your chain, they like, "Give me that"
But if you say my name
You might get it back, mob Ties

Reach is on, FEMA bones, speakers on
Nia Long
Lears flown, Aaliyah's home, features on
King of throne
Trippie Redd exterior, seat is on hematom'
Rims gleamin' chrome
Whip leanin' on adrenochrome
Peons tryna reach me, I'm science
My seeds travel for eons
Through Keedron Bryant
Me and 'Preem and Obama just
Sippin' Pino in yarmulkes
Lickin' cream off of models
With Miss Marina Abramovich
I don't sympathize for wack
Hoes and goofy guys
Seen niggas die over rap woes and pussy pride
'Cause Snoopy cried or 'cause Pookie lied
Y'all watch the mag blow and I'll watch
Both your eyes do the Toosie Slide