[Verse 46: Haddy Racks]
300 n***as, you still can't get in my league
If it's on sight, I'm still gon' pull out and squeeze
And you know where my gang is at
Man, the only borough that got The where the name is at
This ain't the place for a n***a to front
I seen a rapper get killed after doing his publicity stunt
Haddy Racks stay with it, even pray with it
Go and kill an opp and then tell the cops the AK did it

[Verse 47: Kid Capri]
200 deep, 200 playin' for keeps
200 animals eating like 200 cannibals
200 reasons why you gonna need 200 guys
200 times with 200 minds, this is why
I'm 200 with everything that I do
Kid Capri the undisputed, party rock is the truth
200 million’s what I'm thinking when I step in the booth
200 people wanna stop me but I'm 200 proof, 200 dudes

[Verse 48: Bynoe]
Two ways to skin a cat
Got the muffler on thе MAC
Still keep a scalpel close, I rip a n***a
Gymnastic tryouts, I get to flipping n***as
2-1-3, Kawhi clipping n***as
Add thе Playoff P, whip the yola in the pot
Caught me made off beat, you not a shooter
You a stan, sucker-ass groupie
Oh, you fly, you got shot in that Dapper Dan Gucci
[Verse 49: Kool Keith]
Type of guy to rip a rapper whole skull off
Roll it like a bowling ball, down the Grand Concourse
Y'all on fours, spittin' bars in your pink drawers
My .45 put your paragraphs in the morgue
I fucking shoot up at the backboard, James Harden
Pros cook, ladies come taste big sausage
They wordplay can't do it 'cause they teeth rotten
I tell a limo driver, Bob, I'ma keep shoppin'

[Verse 50: King Card]
Yo, a certain type of n***a ain't gon' like this
Your ride or die n***as almost died and ain't ride since
Once you pick a side, you gotta stay there, you can't side switch
You out here fuckin' with everybody like a fly bitch
They say if the shoe fit, wear it
I say take the sole out and make the size fit
The terms and conditions is in the fine print
It's King Card, you n***as could call me "Card switch"
Ice box between the look and my armpit

[Verse 51: B-Real]
Straight out of the West Coast
A ballin' motherfucker named Green Thumb
I got the pack game locked if you need some
Another payday, don't care about what they say
Rollin' up the bully, breathe the flavors with Kay Slay
And it's a mayday, mayday, you goin' down
I'm on vacay workin' on my third round
You take L's while I smoke 'em
He was talkin' really loud until I broke 'em
[Verse 52: Herb Da Gruff]
Ayo, 200 n***as on the track
198 n***as gettin' bodied, that's facts
When the smoke clear, it'll be Gruff and Spit
We the zone, hold the throne, n***as suck my dick
Southpaw stance with my metal in hand
Aimed at your head, don't let me let off the blam
Drug money, federal scams, bad bitch gettin' head in a Lamb
Gruff a gangsta, you know who I am

[Verse 53: Stan Spit]
Rollin' 200 deep, why would I do that?
When these rappers'll get shot and won't shoot back
Who that screaming murder? I don't believe you
Kay say "Slay, you n***as", I will leave you
Who gon' be the next one we say "Rest in Peace" to
Go 'head, n***a, act tough, I don't need no backup
But don't get wrapped up before the yearly Rap-Up
And don't be the one that's getting stitched and patched up

[Verse 54: Kick Gunz]
I only got eight, so I'ma get straight to it
Like, if I put the barrel in your face, you know I'm gon' use it
Ever showed you love, better not abuse it
I speak true lingo, this is more than music
Got that Godfather flow, Don Juan DeMarco
200 deep, but I'm usually solo bolo
Photo mack Kodak, you know my MAC is black
While the suckers play the front, real n***as in the back