| Yo Momma Went On Moose |
| Our Soldiers Took 'em All |
| She Pulled 'em In The Street |
| That Street Said I Smell Feet |
| She Wanna Know If We Can Be Together |
| Man Even If It Ain’t Gon' Be Forever |
| Well It Can Only Be For One Night |
| The Only Thing I Ever Loved In My Life Was The Mic |
| Trust Me It’s Somethin' Bout The Way I Touch Her |
| The Way That I Hold Her, The Way I Cut Her |
| She Move A Lot But That Ain’t Shit To Me |
| Man, I Need That Bitch And That Bitch Need Me |
| And I Ain’t Even Talkin' Bout R.A.P. |
| Them Other Ladies Be The Same, They No Worry Me (Uh) |
| Sit Back, I Spit That Shit That Get Better Than |
| Make A Veteran Sit Back |
| Cruisin, Mic Check One Twos |
| And If Y’all Not Us Then That’s Why Y’all Losin |
| Ate Up, No Time To Wake Up |
| No Masquerades, Nigga Move The Makeup |
| Just Do It, Put The Hop Into It |
| And When Y’all Lose It Don’t Blame The Music |
| Half Y’all Fell In Love With The Whore |
| The Question Is If You Don’t Love Her What You Fuckin' Her For, Nigga? |
| She Wanna Know If We Can Be Together |
| Man Even If It Ain’t Gon' Be Forever |
| Well It Can Only Be For One Night |
| The Only Thing I Ever Loved In My Life Was The Mic |
| Fucks The Problem? Dawg We Mobbin' |
| The Squad Roll Thicker Than Some Hemoglobin |
| I’ll Scare Y’all Quicker Than A Mean Ol' Goblin |
| Ain’t No Bullshit, Me And My Amigos Poppin' (Huh) |
| We Get Started Ain’t Gon' Be No Stoppin |
| You Gon' Jump Because It Ain’t Gon' Be No Option |
| I’m Totally Contagious Black Rans The Gauge Ya Language |
| Black Thought Aka, Larry Davis (Huh) |
| Got Rhymes Runnin' Off The Pages |
| Tighter Than The Bushes With The Saudi Arabians |
| Darker Than A Oil Well, Sharp As A Sabertooth Tiger |
| Ridin' On A Straight Edge Razor |
| You Walk Talkin' On A Two Way Pager |
| Til Ya Main Thing Gettin' Me The Captain Saver |
| I Hold Black Sly Cuz I Be The Fan Of The Mic |
| Grip Tight Like Is Not Gonna Tear Ya Huh |
| The Hip Biatch She Ain’t Ya Diop |
| All That, In A Banana Cognac Diatch |
| Pony Hair Coat, My Boots Is Ostriach |
| Black Ink Back |
| Turn Me Up Another Ne-Otch Huh |
| Young Truck In This Fuckin' Game |
| What A Nigga Is, If He Runnin' The Game |
| I Bring Pain From The Summer To Sprang |
| Spit Game, Get Ya Chick, Make Her Leave Wit The Game |
| Wanna Talk A Little Shit I’ll Make Ya Walk Wit A Cane |
| Got 'em Half Steppin' Like They Walk Wit Cane |
| Here I Am, R-A-W, Raw |
| Truck North Introducin' Y’all |
| The Way I Slang Game Make Ya Dame Insane |
| I’m Superman, Not Clark Kent To Lois Lane |
| I’m Out For The Paper, Y’all Out For The Fame |
| There’s Five Left In Your Fifteen Minutes Of Fame |
| I Ain’t Got No Problems Bringin' Drama To Y’all |
| You’ll Never Score Like A Punter Runnin' With The Ball |
| I Squeeze Mics 'til The Cords Is Sore |
| It’s Truck North, The Man And The Myth Signin' Off, Yo |