2. Generation X +

Welcome to Generation X where kids walk with two sets
Strapped to their chest, it's not a test
Stay on the curb puffin', a little something-something
Guns go off, the cops is comin', the kids start duckin' and runnin'
Y'all (niggas) ain't jack..
Let me introduce you to the pimp game, when I swith lanes
Call (niggas) by their (bitch) names
Cause too many cats talkin' (shit), but they don't have the guts to walk the (shit)
I'm like a typical gangsta, you're a typical (wanksta)
I'm conversating with my banker, we even got money in Sri Lanka.
Yo I'm that fluid rapper, stay drapper, with two chicks on my arm in Aya Napa
Sipping Schnapps, yeah sipping schnapps, get on stage start spittin' raps
Yo, it was written in my rap you talkin' (shit), you could get kidnapped
Yo you talk about your crew man, where you crew at?
You wanna do that? You catch two shots through your doorag
Son, I'm a rebel-rebel, (fuck) the long hair this ain't heavy metal
Too many wack rappers with weaves, I run with 40 thieves
And make sure I get 'head from your girl before your shorty leaves.
Yo shots fire, shots crackle, it's like a…WWII battle!
Y'all (niggas) ain't got (shit) on us, we like rattle snakes
When we move through the grass, trying to run from the jakes
You might catch us in the bars, chilling with the chicks, or the models and the stars
We sip proof, proof, rum and vodka, the original boot rocker,
Give your chick the super shocker… yeah, the super shocker…

Chorus:
Run when the cops come, run man, the neighbourhood gunman
Shoulder launch-missile like a stuntman, y'all don't want it with me, the real O.G.
Do my dirt on my lonely, we own the city, runnin' in big cars got my whole crew wit' me
You (niggas) ain't tryin' to play ball, you should play when I say so
(Niggas) tryin' to rob me of my peso, that ain't possible
You could find yourself in hospital.
The murder homicide charge is culpable
I don't care about your reputation, you might catch yourself a little amputation
What you thought? You would get a salutation?
(Fuck) that (nigga), this is real rap sanitation.

3. Grab Your Piece

Chorus:
All my rude girls and my bad boys take your piece and buss a shot in the air
So if the soundboy's there and the funky bass play everything's gonna be okay

Oh no say nothing, girl she stay frontin'
But I know exactly what she wantin'
Quick and easy boy no long thing
Put it down on some goodwill hunting
It's nothing give suga to a neighbour
One candy stick come ten different flavour
First come service, log on the wine
Oh no throw pearl amongst the swine.

9. Young Cats
Chorus:
In the hood where my peeps stay
Young cats stay on road all day on that purple haze
In a place where crime pays I'm trying to find some space
Please Lord help me change my ways.

Hey yo the streets watch from the corner
Y'all can front if you wanna
More dollar more power
We make moves by the split second
Y'all make moves by the hour
So I'm guilty as charged ya honour
I stay hungry, they call me cake-hungry
Catch me on the block smoking that Earl Humphrey
Kick in your door waving my 4.4
Running with dogs that don't turn from the po-po.

Chorus (repeat)

You think it's crazy, it's kinda crazy
But that's the way my block raised me