Bury Me On E. 18th St - ...Although my death is near I wont steer away from my fate that awaits to greet me, if it heaven swell, if its hell oh well, just bury me on east eighteenth street
Gangstah - As i rip a label off another olde english, dippin my lark, i'm throwin up my four fingaz doin my part...
Thatz a Buzta - So youz a gangsta? Tell me homeboy, what have you done, other than hit a party and let everyone know you gotta gun? so what you got your flag hangin half of yall is fagz bangin...
Remember Them Dayz - ...my mother didn't care, but she couldn't stop me from packin straps and doin dirt, she tried her best but finally excepted it, although it hurt...
What We Know - I don't know much about the dope game, I plan to keep it that way, for that may be the only reason that i'm breathin today. But I know drinkin 40's, barbeque and hangin flags...
Yoc & The Burg - ...there really ain't much to brag about, i feel my death is draggin out, police still pullin badges out judges still slammin gavels down...
A Rebels Prayer - Your son's a rebel but rightest at every level considered by some a devil for fighting, using my metal...