Rolling 200 Deep VII DJ Kay Slay (Ft. Axel Leon, Big Daddy Kane, Grand Puba, Shyheim, Slim Dime, Smoothe Da Hustler, Tony Touch, Trigger Tha Gambler & Vado)
[Verse 55: Tony Touch]
And me, one of the illest MC's
Tone Touch, hold up, still blowin' trees
But never gettin' too blunted
Spittin' on this beat with another two hundred (Let's go!)
An OG but I just begun, trust me, son
You know that I bust be gone, where the smile on my face?
So it must be fun, take Kings
Yo, you know where the fuck we from
[Verse 56: Vado]
Ayo, peep this, Kay on some G shit
How many more of these I gotta heat quick?
This nigga speechless
You know I'm far from a regular competitor
The heckler, I live it, I let ring it like a cеllular
44, the mag, these Rolliеs like "Call the cab"
Move the water fast, your order, I order last
Fuck a autograph, I have the Porsches 6's, 7's, 8's
Like, dawg, that's my autograph
[Verse 57: Grand Puba]
What's the science? Why you mad?
I pick honies like a scab
As I dip then dive like Kyrie and duck a jab
I'm not your average rapper, finger snapper, then I zap her
Go to college, join a fraternity, 'cause you a capper
The idol maker, the real McCoy, give me that bag
You know the 411, 8-2-11, my swag
I'm bonafide, certified, a different texture
Keepin' 12 toes down, I was born with two extra
And me, one of the illest MC's
Tone Touch, hold up, still blowin' trees
But never gettin' too blunted
Spittin' on this beat with another two hundred (Let's go!)
An OG but I just begun, trust me, son
You know that I bust be gone, where the smile on my face?
So it must be fun, take Kings
Yo, you know where the fuck we from
[Verse 56: Vado]
Ayo, peep this, Kay on some G shit
How many more of these I gotta heat quick?
This nigga speechless
You know I'm far from a regular competitor
The heckler, I live it, I let ring it like a cеllular
44, the mag, these Rolliеs like "Call the cab"
Move the water fast, your order, I order last
Fuck a autograph, I have the Porsches 6's, 7's, 8's
Like, dawg, that's my autograph
[Verse 57: Grand Puba]
What's the science? Why you mad?
I pick honies like a scab
As I dip then dive like Kyrie and duck a jab
I'm not your average rapper, finger snapper, then I zap her
Go to college, join a fraternity, 'cause you a capper
The idol maker, the real McCoy, give me that bag
You know the 411, 8-2-11, my swag
I'm bonafide, certified, a different texture
Keepin' 12 toes down, I was born with two extra
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