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Rolling 50 Deep
(专辑: 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
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