Rolling 50 Deep

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

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)

O.G. 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

[Verse 2: Styles P]

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

[Verse 3: 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 booth smoked (Hahaha)

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)

[Verse 4: 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

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]

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 masks

Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis

I dust rappers, I don't give a fuck what the topic is

[Verse 6: 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

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

[Verse 7: AZ]

Rambo rap, renegade rebel

40 Cal. ammo when they clap to spray devils

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

[Verse 8: Papoose]

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

[Verse 9: Ransom]

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 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 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

[Verse 10: 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 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

[Verse 11: 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 (Ayy), ain't nothin' changed, 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

[Verse 12: Lil' Fame]

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

[Verse 13: Dave East]

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'

[Verse 14: 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

[Verse 15: 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 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

[Verse 16: 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 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)

[Verse 17: Mistah F.A.B.]

Uh, throw the V's up for victory

G.O.A.T. 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

[Verse 18: Chris Rivers]

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

[Verse 19: Jon Connor]

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

[Verse 20: 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, 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

[Verse 21: 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 charger

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)

[Verse 22: Nino Man]

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

[Verse 23: Shoota]

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'

[Verse 24: Mysonne]

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

[Verse 25: 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 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?

[Verse 26: Ice-T]

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

[Verse 27: Trick-Trick]

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

[Verse 28: RJ PAYNE]

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

[Verse 29: E-A-Ski]

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

[Verse 30: Fred the Godson]

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

[Verse 31: Loaded Lux]

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

[Verse 32: Termanology]

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

[Verse 33: Young Noble]

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 E.D.I Mean

[Verse 34: E.D.I 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 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

[Verse 35: Locksmith]

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?

[Verse 36: Cassidy]

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

[Verse 37: 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 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

[Verse 38: Vado]

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

[Verse 39: Rockness Monsta]

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

[Verse 40: DJ Paul]

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

[Verse 41: Herb McGruff]

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

[Verse 42: Stan Spit]

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

[Verse 43: 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 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

[Verse 44: 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 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

[Verse 45: Grandmaster Melle Mel]

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

[Verse 46: 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 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

[Verse 47: Trae tha Truth]

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

[Verse 48: Bynoe]

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

[Verse 49: 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

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

[Verse 50: Royce da 5'9"]

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