Rolling 200 Deep IV - Dj Kay Slay, Sauce Money, RJ Payne

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