Rolling 50 Deep

(album: Homage - 2020)

[Sheek Louch:]
Thousand dollar shades on, my lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bumping Houston like Trae tha Truth produced 'em
Silverback nigga, I suggest you get used to him (Uh-huh)
O.G. gangsta (Yeah), now with the beaming (Woo)
Body in a water shit, I thought that was streaming
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

[Styles P:]
Hardest in the world (Ghost), you ain't gotta ask (Uh-uh)
Way before the quarantine I was in a mask
Ask niggas for six feet, pop 'em in the ass
You rap it like a G, wasn't popping on the ave
Hopping out the DBS, getting to the bag
If you getting in my way, then I'm getting to the Mag (You know)
True story, it's too gory
Analyze the plug and the things he could do for me, Ghost

[Benny the Butcher:]
Let's go
Anytime I talk, you know the truth spoke (You know the truth spoke)
Any rapper that ever tried me got they boo smoked (Hahaha)
Y'all niggas play these bitches too close
I'm calling plays, he ain't shooting with that seven like he Kukoč (Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she laying with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I was playing 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 broad outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)

[Bun B:]
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

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, I play with cold stoves so hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu nice 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 with Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, emerald city is my metropolis
I dust rappers, I don't give a fuck what the topic is

[Raekwon:]
You can never win, you're not us, save your best niggas
Me, I'm just invincible, plus I get tough digits
Used to smoke water and dust, hands clutched, nigga
2-0-19 Range look like a bus, nigga
Me and Devil 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

[AZ:]
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

[Papoose:]
Rolling 50 deep, bloodhound hound dogs with sturdy teeth
The apex predator, wolves hunting a herd of sheep
Revolutionary philosopher with superb mystique
Curriculum of a college professor with the urge to teach
Overrated ungrateful parasite undeserving 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

[Ransom:]
Yeah, I'm a survivor, it's not a mystery (Nah)
Even when you making the shot, it's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm C.T. 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 Tee
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

[Memphis Bleek:]
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 the 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
Running this rap shit, it's W-H and G

[Billy Danze:]
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, ain't nothin change, it's forever (Ante Up)
I come with the medal up
Right in V.I.P. is where we'll settle up
I need everything including the Möet and the cup
Brooklyn, New York (Legend), pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds and don't follow procedures

[Lil Fame:]
Ay, o you fucking with the overbite boss
I pull up on on your block waving 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
I'm the pallbearer that'll throw you in the ground
With that blacka blacka b-blacka b-blacka black BLAW

[Dave East:]
Some in there be the commission, we ain't asking for permission to hit 'em
Why 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 capping, knocked him out of his fitted
Pick up the product and zip it (Zip)
You dying to be famous, I couldn't imagine it
Applying only torture, these niggas softer than fab-er-ic
Far from av-er-age
3-5-7 on me, knocking Cam "Horse & Carriage" shit
If I was you, that'd be embarrassing

[3D Na'Tee:]
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

[Joell Ortiz:]
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 3 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

[Saigon:]
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 getting love from your fans"
I said there's a difference between a fan and a follower
These niggas went from dick-licking to being straight swallowers
Follow or see the trend in 'em follow, that's a no head
Niggas wanna be like Chicago, scared to death to go there

[Mistah F.A.B.:]
Uh, throw the V's up for victory
Goat when they mention me, dope era history
Getting violated, annihilated, I only do Sanaa Lathan
Fire sating, God body, I got the choir hating
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

[Chris Rivers:]
Fuck the system, it's a premise, these visions mentally different
Never be victims, equity gripping, 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 hover like a mother ship
Nah raising kings and queens just like our mothers did

[Jon Connor:]
Allow me to do what I do best, then why you rest on my chest, there's a huge S
Niggas that's talking that real shit, only a few left but not a huge threat
Send shots that afflict, 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 fuck the devil in a blue dress
Give me the motor, then know I'ma show up and feel in me, make him like you less
In this industry, all I see is pussies and dickheads like group sex
They waiting for what I'ma do next and I'm looking around like who's next, Connor

[Twista:]
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 and never giving an apology
Ought to be up in the talk, I'm one of the better
Veterans who murdering 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 feeling 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 and I stay safe when I lay 8
It's like I take lay tape?
Like I'm Biggie the late great
Twista

[E-40:]
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
Coming 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 put your card just like a sim (Bitch)

[Nino Man:]
You know where I be, drinking in the lobby
Smoking on gelati, sliding 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 coming already when Kiss signed me

[Shoota:]
Y'all Johny come lately, I was on time
On the road like white lines, reading all signs
Cleaning off knives after tallying what was taken
Your man got pinched, my man with him, he said he breaking
Said he came out the gate strong, but now he wavering
Said the G's fading him 'cause he wouldn't put paint in
My name strongest spot you could put a leg in
Fact rap shooting, you know that I stay waving

[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

[Sauce Money:]
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 is shaking while holding the torch
Proceed, go ahead, 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?

[Ice T:]
Get shot in broad day fucking 'round in L.A
Home of the gang bang where we let our nuts hang
Peel your motherfucking 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 fucking dirt
Cali keeps it grimey, cuz, destiny cold get work
'Berg nigga, hair trigger, West Coast, elmos
Khakis, chucks, lowrides, white tee's, and homicides

[Trick Trick:]
This lightning, son of a tee, travelling 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 looking like we do
Nigga vegan, but I still enjoy beefing with pigs
Not a Corleone, Luca Brasi could sleep with the fish
Send 'em something sleezy so I could teach 'em
That I could reach 'em and how we do that hog meat real greezy

[RJ Payne:]
Uh, Slay told me to get the weaponry
So I wrote the verse before he got finished texting me
A spliff, and in about 60 seconds, I've written destiny
I'm glowing, nigga, look, my colt been sitting next to me
Yeah, rapper remarkably, savage authority
Clapping and Smiffen, Daryl Dixon, look like I'm practicing archery
The walking dead, tell every rapper that spar with me
Cooler than Billy Dee with the cigar and mahogany

[E-A-Ski:]
Fuck your favorite rapper, bitch, I'm not a actor
It's games and laughter towards pains and pastors
That Aftermath for the matter, with fo'-five will make 'em scatter
It's like at now and later, you referred 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 beef, you govern me

[Fred the Godson:]
Speak up, you don't understand still
Then heat up, bet you understand steel
Get you beat up or put you on a standstill
It's rush hour and the traffic's at a standstill
Slay know I'm mad I missed his album
But I don't play, like math, the kid's a problem
Different kind of caliber of problem
And my whips look like loaded problem

[Loaded Lux:]
Loaded Lux, I got a page for each chapter
Slay you on your job, uncie raising up the bar, what?
It's beats and rappers, we gon' have to build
Niggas got talents, but they sounding 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

[Termanology:]
I'm jaded, drunk in the whip playing Jadakiss
Nah, I ain't worried 'bout Will and Jada bis
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 the those

[Young Noble:]
A lotta clowns in the game, they mama should've aborted 'em
Snitch and come home, y'all people still supporting 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 doing it
Thugger peace, Kadafi, Fatal Hussein
Shoutouts to Kay Slay and E.D.I Mean

[E.D.I Mean:]
We on a mission, thiefs in the tab, but we get 'em
Them all playing the victim, we gon' spray 'em and split 'em
Kay Slay say "hit '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

[Locksmith:]
Yeah, picture me sacrificing integrity
Yeah, picture me gaslighting 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 fucking calamity
This is much deeper than music or surface vanity
A soundtrack to bounce back, you understanding me?

[Cassidy:]
The hustler, I supply smokers
But eventually, I'm trying to 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 shooting my shot, but not what Tory did to Megan foot
They shooting, brrat, I made you look
So they can see how afraid you look, facts

[Maino:]
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 missio
At my wake, all my bitches in a different row
Gotta stop rapping 'bout dying, let me switch it up
Keys to the Lamb' truck, they gon' see me act up
Lover a bitch who got lip fillers and an ass done
Cap, what? Nigga, who? We about that action

[Vado:]
Cedar or don, milk crate, G's in the pond
Hold the dice, NYPD alarm
Need to be calm, nothing but gunshots, kids need to be home
Block so hot the fire hydrant need to be on
The fiends buy it, have it for days wired
Serving out the Hyatt, wanted to be Dave Hyatt
Counting at the table, the weed and the cigs fired
I'm out of town, trunk full of ki's and the plate expiring

[Rockness:]
Had me checking your chest, no backgammon, the MAC blamming
This rag hammer, get too fly, you get crashlanded
I slap fam for wackness, slacking their trash, fam
Train y'all bitches, no smashing in the mass transit
B-b-oss, look at the scars on this hymn
B-b-ars, I'm the concrete jungle gym
Shining through this wildlife, Jungle Jim
Named my Glock 19-COVID, got y'all up on punishment

[DJ Paul:]
Certain suckas used to be homies, now you put 'em in chalk
When they see you try to walk the other direction and play it off
I be clean up in that rental with that flame coming cleaner than 'em
Them suckas know I kill while I'ma spray
Buck buck, blow blow
Thought I was a lame, I brought the pain, what ya think now?
Now that I'm the game, what you should've did was bow
Papoose, let loose, put them bitches in the ground

[McGruff:]
Ay, no arguments, yo, you know I spit the hardest
As far as this rap thing, taught continents
Been a monster since I stepped on the scene
'Fore this rap game in the zone slinging to fiends
Chrome thing in my jeans, diamonds dancing
Flawless, looking clean, Porsche looking mean
I'm lawless, I like to floss in Europeans
Gruff stay on his deen, stay chasing the green

[Stan Spit:]
Slay, what up?
This that heat rock, the way the beat knock
Came a long way from moving sheet rock
Not a CL Smooth and I feel like Pete Rock
The way I be paranoid, I keep that heat cocked
When you the plug, you don't even get to eat
Phone clicking every minute, I rarely miss a beat
My weed plug is Asian, I keep the thugs blazing
Before I left the waves spin, I rock braids then

[Uncle Murda:]
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 catching the head shot
We ain't ratting, 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 growing up poor, nigga
Your baby mom is regretting fucking you raw, nigga

[Cory Gunz:]
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 ball room brawl, fuck a kick and a fist
When I wrestle the bull dog, 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

[Grandmaster Melle Mel:]
I couldn't quarantine wall, fall back
I'm so alive, I got a mask on my ballsack (Rrah)
Even my microphone coughing, fiend, snitch
The vicious while kissing more bad bitches than Richard Dawson (Rah)
Family feud, calamity due, your dogs
I stand with any man, hand 'em a can of dog food (Rrah)
So call me black Santa Claus, I put mistletoe on my drawers
All fake rappers can suck me off

[Grandmaster Caz:]
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 Romeo
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

[Trae Tha Truth:]
King Truth play in the city, I'm the recruiter
Game time, stepping away and you meet the shooter
Real streets send 'em a message, no computer
Hit the block, I leave niggas missing like it's Bermuda
Air where them niggas was fighting and pitching crack
Any day I could send you a coroner, get you packed
Never worry about the who nigga talking, he in a act
Asshole, get your whole house flipped when I react

[Bynoe:]
If the sun don't shine forever
I got 30 in this bitch with the beam, I'll .9 whoever
Get your mask shot off your face, nigga
Social distancing, but I still will spank niggas
Ayo, Slay, they ain't like that, the chopper causing massacres
Shake the whip, had these niggas crawling over passengers
That citizen app, get to going off
Latex gloves for the drill, niggas butter soft

[Hocus 45th:]
45th, I'm a shooter, niggas know I shoot shit
Pull up, we gon' make it hot, we ain't on that cool shit
Greezy, nuisance, easy, ruthless
Hit 'em 'cause I'm wowed, then I'm out, deuces
Come to 9G, I keep a pair, that's petty 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 be like, "give me that"
If you say my name you might get it back, Mob Ties

[Royce da 5'9":]
Reaches on, FEMA bones, speakers on, Nia Long
Lears flown, Aaliyah's home, features on, king of throne
Trippie Redd exterior, seat is on
Hematome, rims gleaming chrome
Whip leaning on, adrenochrome
Peons tryna reach me, I'm science
My seeds travel for eons through Keedron Bryant
Me and 'Preem and Obama just sipping Pino in yarmulkes
Licking cream off of models with Miss Marina and Abramovich
I don't sympathize for wack hoes and goofy guys
See 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 of your eyes do the tootsie slide