DJ Kay Slay
Rolling 200 Deep IV
[Verse 28: Sauce Money]
Shake fake n***as, there's more cake to funnel now
Streets been lit, shit as wild as the tunnel now
Hand on my grip for sure when you come around
'Til the day I'm gone, I put on for the underground
In the town I'm thorough
Bed-Stuy, you already know the borough
Do or die, you got a few hours on your head
'Til I turn these eight bars to flowers for the dead

[Verse 29: RJ Payne]
Oh, you fellas been warned, Big L is reborn
Bitch, I hope to smack eleven with elegant form
Nobody better, I ain't met 'em, just tеll 'em "come on"
Shit, I'm feeling like a dеmon developin' horns
Six sinister, this is the big finisher
Uzi spit almost six minutes, this clip miniature
Still hold Kay Slay down with this literature
You bastard, I'ma bring you a casket and send ministers, Payne!

[Verse 30: Uncle Murda]
Slay really got a record with 200 artists on it
Out of everybody, watch my part, gon' be the hardest on it (All facts)
Put my verse in the beginning, not in the back
Nobody sittin' there listening to 200 n***as rap (Nobody)
Whoever Slay put before me or after me
Can't talk that shit like I talk it, they gon' be mad at me (Who cares)
I'm outshining whoever I stand next to (Whoever)
I'm cool with not bein' cool, after I disrespect you
[Verse 31: Whispers]
Wizardly, all my rounds could talk
Top tier n***a that put it down for New York
Shadow Mobb, D-Block is the set, my catalog is correct
To switch you on the grips 'til I analogs the sketch
The fits stay legit and the diamonds is all VV's
Turkey bags, smoking on nuggets as big as kiwis
Shit ain't really nothin', been hustling since a pee-wee
200 deep, Kay Slay run it up, the fuck is up

[Verse 32: Keen Streetz]
This the new face of The Rock
So, get comfortable before I rock
With my day ones, I used to eat Lunchables with 'em
Hit your baby mama too, don't give a fuck if you with her
50,000 off a stimulus when Trump used to give 'em
In the trap, watching the fiends go line for line
If you a hustler then we can go dime for dime
Yeah, I rap but I be trappin' there from time to time
They ain't hungry like me, let's go crime for crime

[Verse 33: Piff Jones]
Piff One time for Kay Slay, I'm ready, so make way
Fight Night main event, I'm ready for payday
On point, always keep a low with me like Dre Day
And them n***as quick to spin on n***as like Beyblades
Look, I be the hottest young n***a on the coast
I done made it through the storm with a paddle and a boat
Never thought I'd make a million off this shit a n***a wrote
I'm just spttin' real shit these n***as quote, my n***as
[Verse 34: Nero Ron]
It's on, and you'll know it's combat
My shit exterminates all you rodents and rats
I brawl like Mike Tyson, y'all know you can't fight
You don't slip and get hit with this over-hand right, uh
They don't want it 'cause I'm sure to try 'em
For bringing more iron that kicks with defiance
A pure assassin, hit my opps with the AK
And long live the drama king, Kay Slay

[Verse 35: Large Professor]
Style wars in the '80s to magazine covers with the ladies
Had to give the god Kay Slay these words of homage
Since the burners and bombing, stay representin'
Tellin' y'all what the time is
200 plus rhymers go back to back
On a Trackateers track, it's a natural fact
Large Pro' gon' shine, my brain's a gold mine
On stage or online, I'm flames, you know the science

[Verse 36: OT the Real]
I hustle through my zone like Syracuse (Syracuse)
The work came laced like a pair of boots (Laced)
Get a gun that you're prepared to use (Why?)
You find out if you gon' live when you pull it like a parachute (Bah)
I'm the one who had to stack all the scraps I was given (Scraps)
Who fought cases, different states, over raps I was living (Living)
I came home and I trapped my way back to a pigeon (Back)
Now there's a bird on the table, happy Thanksgiving