Featuring Cormega




Prodigy




Yo My Rap Taste Good In My Mouth Like Deer Park



For Your Ears To List This



You Don't Wanna Miss This Dun



Don't Be A Statistic



Keep Your Rhymes To Yourself We Make Fools Out Of Niggas



And Write Shit That Would Certainly Move Ya'll Niggas



PEACE To My Summer Villains With Pink Houses



>From Red Hook To QB You Know The Routine



We Need A Movie To Show How Our Life Is So Ill



Every Summer In The Projects We Partied On The Benches



Few Gallons Of Gin And Pepsi



Remember Party Wars, That Was Back In Like 90



We Use To Roll O-wees Now We Stuff Dutches



Kids Rushing, Whats Your Discussion



Ya'll Niggas Talk Alot Of Shit Heard You On Your Tape Fronting



I Fake Nothing, Fuck Around And Push The Wrong Button



I Dedicate My Days To Seeing Your Drip Blood



I Will Always Love Gambino And ScarFace



Killa Black No Man Can Fill Your Shoes, Now Whats Bad News



It Couldn't Get No Worse, So What Ya'll Niggas Know About The Turmoil



What Ya Know About Your Blood Soil, Clothes And Little Ho's



And The Legs Of Pant Slugs That Crack The Shin Bone



The Other Shot Blasts Through Your Left Clavical



Melt Swizz Suits And Paint The Avenue's




Havoc




How You Want It? Bent Scheme Or Straight Blunted



Many Are Rare, Rore, Havoc Has Just Over Done It



While You Sitting There Whispering Like A Little Girl



Fuck, Waiting Around Till The Dutchy Gets Twirled



We Going At You, Not Cause We Want To But Cause We Have To



To Avoid The Situation That You Couldn't Last Through



If I Can't Have It At All I Don't Want It At All



Off Top Serious Dogg, I'm Out For The Raw



Back To The World, The Shit That I Kick Will Dazzle Your Girl