"Rolling 200 Deep VIII" lyrics
(feat. Oun P, Page Kennedy, PRAYAH, Tony Yayo & Double X Posse)
[Oun-P:]
You're Saving up for Christmas in July, where the summer went?
Christmas don't do nothing when youdead before the summer end
You want the sun but it's really raining and it's thunderin'
The ones on top don't really care about the ones that's under them
(Niggas don't care 'bout you)
I can take ya bitch in a sack
The way she throw it back I store it under Mitchell & Ness
Truthfully it was nothing for me to get undressed
Ad dress me watch how quick a nigga get ya a dress
[Page Kennedy:]
Last time I took it light on you, Vitiligo
To the shit I go dumpin' on you bitter Michael
Give this kid an ISO, watch how I go psycho for thirty
He put you before after me, Slay did you dirty
Left you underwaters, it shark-infested
The shots fired are contested
When you got caught it was an afterthought
After Asher Roth all the other niggas were rapping their asses off
[Prayah:]
All metal in the air, like we bench-pressing
Instead of sixty he'll be gone in 10 seconds
Jumpstart, start cutting like I spin records
Getting money, big Cubans, no thin necklace
Put me next to Pun, next to B.I.G
Brought a couple hammers and an extra crib
Pull the snub to your front, I'm trying to stretch your wig
Spin the block on you niggas, like the Exorcist, uh
[Tony Yayo:]
I used to take the Amtrak as a rookie
I used to put 100 grams all in a pussy
Revengeful and calculated, move like a deer, kill like a lion
In the jungle where the bears realquiet
Nigga, I'm like a virus that you can't contain
G-Uni'ts the gang we in the rap hall of fame
Colorcode the range, Dior gold chains
I hold an FN and shoot out your brain
[BK (Double X Posse):]
Yeah, my name is BK, so I pop smoke
Can't be mad at this eight-bar strategist
Two Xs, no Malcolm in front of either
We different, I want money and you want a diva (Trick)
Mercedes 600 and I stay flame
With icy chains I always stay paid (Facts)
The ladies love my ways
Approach the stage, it's BK and Rothchild
[Ray Rothchild (Double X Posse):]
Sugar Ray!
The hard razor or the TEC
The C4 underneath the floor or the rope around your neck
The task force see me like a threat
I'm sharp with them F1 carats hanging heavy on my neck
I will go to war for respect
Your whole bloodline will disappear motherfucker, that's a threat (What?)
The presidential lit with the drip lookin' wet
It's Rothchild, nigga, been around here since the set
You're Saving up for Christmas in July, where the summer went?
Christmas don't do nothing when youdead before the summer end
You want the sun but it's really raining and it's thunderin'
The ones on top don't really care about the ones that's under them
(Niggas don't care 'bout you)
I can take ya bitch in a sack
The way she throw it back I store it under Mitchell & Ness
Truthfully it was nothing for me to get undressed
Ad dress me watch how quick a nigga get ya a dress
[Page Kennedy:]
Last time I took it light on you, Vitiligo
To the shit I go dumpin' on you bitter Michael
Give this kid an ISO, watch how I go psycho for thirty
He put you before after me, Slay did you dirty
Left you underwaters, it shark-infested
The shots fired are contested
When you got caught it was an afterthought
After Asher Roth all the other niggas were rapping their asses off
[Prayah:]
All metal in the air, like we bench-pressing
Instead of sixty he'll be gone in 10 seconds
Jumpstart, start cutting like I spin records
Getting money, big Cubans, no thin necklace
Put me next to Pun, next to B.I.G
Brought a couple hammers and an extra crib
Pull the snub to your front, I'm trying to stretch your wig
Spin the block on you niggas, like the Exorcist, uh
[Tony Yayo:]
I used to take the Amtrak as a rookie
I used to put 100 grams all in a pussy
Revengeful and calculated, move like a deer, kill like a lion
In the jungle where the bears realquiet
Nigga, I'm like a virus that you can't contain
G-Uni'ts the gang we in the rap hall of fame
Colorcode the range, Dior gold chains
I hold an FN and shoot out your brain
[BK (Double X Posse):]
Yeah, my name is BK, so I pop smoke
Can't be mad at this eight-bar strategist
Two Xs, no Malcolm in front of either
We different, I want money and you want a diva (Trick)
Mercedes 600 and I stay flame
With icy chains I always stay paid (Facts)
The ladies love my ways
Approach the stage, it's BK and Rothchild
[Ray Rothchild (Double X Posse):]
Sugar Ray!
The hard razor or the TEC
The C4 underneath the floor or the rope around your neck
The task force see me like a threat
I'm sharp with them F1 carats hanging heavy on my neck
I will go to war for respect
Your whole bloodline will disappear motherfucker, that's a threat (What?)
The presidential lit with the drip lookin' wet
It's Rothchild, nigga, been around here since the set
