Ransom
Rolling 200 Deep V
[Verse 37: Paul Wall]
Shit, them popped off, the knockoffs get knocked out
The top boss, I sock it in your snob mouth
Do not cross, I'll have you leaking hot sauce
Slay tell the coroner, they bound to bring the chalk out
In H-Town, put them drops out, top off
Slop chop, I’m ridin' getting topped off
Tell them cowards, tryna drop south, stop now
200 MC's, you bums getting boxed out

[Verse 38: Nino Man]
Look, I’m Nino Man, that Harlem kid you all know
They don't care who around, I stand out like Waldo
I'm in the Carlo with arms big as Kintaro
Even the frauds know what's poppin' like Jack Harlow
They don't wanna put in work, they just want the benefits
I was using benefits, trappin' out of the tenements
Target citizens 'cause they keep on tellin’ me syndicate
Caught red-handed, I was still jackin’, I'm innocent

[Verse 39: Mic Geronimo]
If you wanna talk it out, I’m guessin' it all matters
And we can chop it up like some maxes and jackhammers
First taste of power, we knew what the game had us
Like the first piece of pussy we ever got on a mattress
Had it rollin', it started, you better watch me
A hundred new cons, I'm my own Luca Brasi
And they worse than them Nazis was
I got my finger on the button, care to stop the bus
[Verse 40: Ransom]
Put the tape on the Glock and load up a fresh clip
I sample the yayo in a spot, hoes are the best Nip
I ran through every maze on the block
I know when to step quick, you set trip
I take off the locks and make sure your set dip
It’s hard when you try to do right and n***as get left hit
But God should've took Lil Nas X and left Nip
Fuck it, just listen to the best bit
Eight bars done turn into a death wish
Ran ain't nothin' to mess with

[Verse 41: Ms Hustle]
Roll out the red carpet, let's get it started
You retarded, bitch, my shoes cause she an apartment
I paint pictures, they calling these hoes artists
Said she gon' blow in the game, I'm thinking cartridge
Na, they get nervous when they hear I'm droppin'
It's gloves on when they come to punches between box friends
We ain't even associates, ain't attendin' college
I be murderin' shit, I need a Johnnie Cochran

[Verse 42: Melle Mel]
Look at your clothes, dawg, I got more clothes than you
Listen to your flow, them broads got more flows than you
You call 'em hoes, but them whores get more hoes than you
What about shows, my cars get more shows than you
I'm 60, n***a, swing on me, you can't hit me, n***a
I'm in your face like a buck fifty, n***a
Mister Black on Black, crime with a turn for a rhyme
When I stick your head in your ass
Then you'll have some hot shit on your mind
[Verse 43: Shoota93]
Mentally, I'm grown, don't put me back in that space (Don't do it)
I reach out with the scalpel, bring it back with your face
Where I pop out the shadows with the barrel to bake
Where I show up and hug your mother after the wake
My caliber great, they gotta know, touch with a mind
Shit domino, that's how I roll (Facts)
Fast schooler, hard knocks, I attended, made honor roll
Shoota, I'm the most solid, fat rappers gold

[Verse 44: Rass Kass]
These bars unexceptional, shows unacceptable
You opening up for Ja Rule at the next Fyre Festival
20, 20, 10, never work with Thirty Third
Five am, we at Katz's Diner catchin' the early bird
Early nerd, cause nerds rule the world, n***a
We're just people in the world as nerds, check the Forbes, n***a
Drop a slug in the state, pinch out a Nazi
Pill a pussy, get off scot-free, Bill Cosby

[Verse 45: DJ Doo Wop]
This is for the culture, n***a, honor them
But they be like, "Why Kay Slay let this DJ rhyme again?"
Let me set the record straight, I done wrote bars for artists
That you consider great, hardest or the softest
Yeah, female too, I don't discriminate
Depending on they head game, they probably got a better rate
That makes Tay Money stop, yeah, but them royalties generate
Still to this day, one of the illest DJs