[Verse 99: Talk It Trigga]
Straight out of Harlem, for you to eat a sack with a 40 on me
Brand new pair of Construct's with the Nauti' on me
Really get right to the bag, that's why them shorties on me
4-0 comin' for doe and you gotta spot me, homie
So the realest n***as in the room
Kay Slay made a call for the hitters, I bought a broom
The plug said the work was straight, I bought a spoon
They started speakin' synagogue, n***a, I bought a jew

[Verse 100: ZipWitDaDrip]
Zip, I need a bulletproof condom and shooters on my dick
I'm just a few stacks from a mil, I'm borderline rich
My shit a eight with the grind I mix
I'm like a mixtape away from a deal and I got mad shit
Ball like Manigault and I let the hammer blow
Jump out the McLaren and dump something in his cantaloupe
N***a Fernando took me clean up out the bando
Started with an eighth and I ain't send it by the vanload

[Verse 101: Treach]
Jersey Jumanji, armed with harmony and an armory
Rapper from Bethany Baptist, Brother X is down with all I seen
Torpedoes from these Negroes, what is the trajectory?
What it is? What is the question? What is Treachery's jeopardy?
Fuck with my mojo, my mind state is more loco
Since I lost Biz Markie and RIP Quasimoto
Tell a tale, don't tattle, went down the hill battle
Agile like a cobra on a cattle, big with a saddle
[Verse 102: Rah Digga]
Chokin' as I run a lap, smokin' on a hundred pack
Slay tryna double down, fuck it, I'ma run it back
Fillin' up the quota, check the scrolls, roll the credits
Most of these n***as for the record, I done already bested
Pull a plug on they career, leave 'em cryin' for the nurses
Then I run up from the rear, little momma at they verses
In the wild with no churches, my style for no purpose
Better ask a motherfucker if the drama really worsens

[Verse 103: Mysonne]
You see, you listenin' to a master, the hood n***as' pastor
Hall of Fame, my jersey in the rafters
Energy the same, knuckle game like Cassius
Allergic to these lames, these n***as give me rashes
I'm done giving passes, I'm checking these n***as
Got the game fucked up, I'm correcting these n***as
Old school, I'ma start decking these n***as
'Cause I done lost every inch of respect for these n***as (Every inch)

[Verse 104: Jon Connor]
Rolling deep, making you fold and crease
Giving back to the culture like we owe the streets
My flow's increased, my foes defeat, you got frozen feet
Homie, that's how it's supposed to be
We got it locked and you got a broken key
Got to admit it, you n***as is dinner, I feel like a shark in an open sea
I can't believe that you n***as was thinkin' that y'all on my level
Let's dance with The Devil
And we on the highway to Hell so I'm keeping my hand on the wheel and my foot on the pedal
Let's get 'em, Kay Slay, fuck whoever naysay
Motherfuckers sittin' there with a blank face
Flint, Michigan came in this bitch and got busy again, ain't no time for the gameplay
[Verse 105: Jae Millz]
Hey yo, it's Jae Millz, to my society we was menacing
N***a, you was ducking them shots, we was sendin' 'em
I got a bad bitch, her skin cinnamon
And when I send her in, you can't tell if she Jamaican or Dominican
Catch me out in Vegas on the winning end
Shakin' up the dice like I'm dancin' to It's All About The Benjamins
N***as ain't got style, they look like mannequins
And if you really like that, then why you panickin'?

[Verse 106: Rockness]
Hold up, n***as, keep quiet, who that? M-M-M-Monsta
Ain't no street fightin', I fire, that's B-B-B-B-Blanka
These n***as speakin' live but they lyin' like R-R-R-R-Rasta's
Slugs beside 'em, they cryin' like n-n-n-n-nah, son!
Son, stay in your lane, Clark Kent
Your squad full of rats, splinters
Y'all are fuckin' part bitch
I'm hard as a claw to their necks and they not pissed
They bomb shit, smashin' their mother Mary, I can fuckin' cum quick

[Verse 107: Steele]
Yo, these n***as is garbage, harkin' and larkin', cartridge in your cartilage
Honor The Partridge Family, the only ones I walk with
Crime partners, divine rhyme authors
Lines carvin' like knives sharpened
The fly marksmen, beware the shark's fin
County Kings, Lord of Lords, Don Camouflage
Often called King Kong of the entourage
Molotov bars, brought a little iron palm
I am God, Smif-N-Wessun branded on the firearm
[Verse 108: Tek]
I took a vow to the streets, Mushahada to Allah
So I seek his forgiveness, what I say in these bars
You my man and a DJ, not playin' my shit
Suck a dick! When you see me don't say shit
You n***as ridin' round in them Jeeps with the doors off (doors off)
Make it easier to toss these .45 slugs
(Boom!)
Hit the passenger (passenger) and the driver (driver)
Go to any hood that's live and I'll make it liver

[Verse 109: Skyzoo]
It's SK, the definition of hybrid
Made it make sense, now neither side of the fence
Don't have the heart to collide with
It cost you to sleep on the one who do the reviving
Casper the Friendly, the pen flew silent
Double meanings get double cupped like dumpin' lean in
But I'm from out BK so Hennessy what I'm bleedin'
Break it down and it build up more, know the regime
I make eight feel like twenty-four, Kobe Bean, what up?

[Verse 110: PLAYBOY MIKEY D]
Straight spit, some people hate it
To see I made it, now I'm updated
And The Drama King OK'd it, then I laid it (then I laid it)
And when the engineer replayed it
They was like "Damn! Mikey D Kay Slayed it!"
Just keep it friendly 'cause you don't wanna offend me
I'm not gonna be trendy, the opps they tried to end me
With the semi and the Henny but I wasn't sippin' any
Been a legend since the '80's, still spitting like I'm twenty

[Verse 111: Young Noble]
Young N-O to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
This is Outlawz for life, got bars and stripes
All that shit that I survived, you would have lost your life
Kay Bucket got us rollin' two hundred and something deep
Eight bars after eight bars of straight heat
Look, save the applause
One phone call, I could feed you to the dogs
Or send you to the morgue

[Verse 112: Tone Trump]
Slay two hundred deep but it's just me and my gat
The Top Ahk, I don't lie in my raps
Youngin', come to the mosque before you die in a trap
The streets dead, all these cameras and rats
I tie my camel when I stay out the way
MDF street stuntin' when I'm mobbin' wtih Slay
We don't do diss records, we respond with the K
We don't do diss records, we respond with the K