Verse 1 Light my fire, we in my ride/ You holdin' down shotgun: passenger side/ I know you're mad from tha previous night/ But baby I'll make it up the whole night/ Just like I did A Week Ago/ I Don't Wanna Know if you wanna go/ I Need A Girl to split my dough/ Just don't Get Away, no Mario/ Feel tha air blow straight through hair/ Name tha place & I'll take you there/ I gotcha back & I'll hold my own/ The red sun, to you, reflects my tone/ My phone is open - ain't gotta hide/ I'll turn it off with you by my side/ The air is warm, you gettin' wet/ Let's give us another reason to sweat/- Hook Everyday I wake up in the morning sun/ I feel my life - it's just begun/ I praise the lord, in heaven I burn/ For giving me the summer of love/ The summer of love/- Verse 2 So here we are, can't go no more/ Park tha car & we'll go explore/ Kick your shoes off, natural/ Feel tha grass between your toes/ Run & I will chase you/ If you want to keep it playful/ Have a day full of our laughing/ Days are passing, but I'm grateful/ We got so much left to see, let's go/ Let's watch this life around us grow/ Grab a deep breath, take it in/ Man, they'll never understand this world we're in/ Close your eyes, kiss the light/ Give your life back to the sky/ Let your arms go, feel them wide/ Let's see that place that they've lived & died/ You talk with me, I'll talk with you/ You walk with me, & I'll walk with you/ We both have weathered what we been through/ Who knew I'd see through tha sun to see you/ As tha African sun sets, wolves come out/ I'll say my peace with crazy clout/ The end of me is the start of us/ And we'll see tha peaks as soon as we touch/- Hook Verse 3 Sit beside me around my fire/ Gotta keep ya close, tight by my side/ Don't need to lye, you get me by/ Let's fill tha silence of tonight/ Never lie - you call me greedy/ I hold you tight/ Raise your glass; get right/ Lady you could call me crazy/ I think heaven's where you raise from/ Inhale the smoke, get a bit more crazy/ It could be you, tha one I'm craving/ Wanna wrap my arms 'round tha one that made ya/ We can live our own way!/ Your lips are wet, I hold your head/ You feel my breath run up your neck/ Let's let tha cool grass be our bed/ And you don't HAVE to worry about what they said/ Or what they do or what we did/ Or what to do while we're in this bed/ We got it made, U Got It Bad/ Confess to me, Live, in the flesh/ If you wanna b My Boo, so Yeah!/ If you want it your way, Here I Stand/ Those legs are mine, stay 'round my waist/ And I'll never forget tha way you taste/- Hook X2

Verse 1 [M.p.H] When I was young I couldn't afford the ice-cream man/ Everyone came out the house when we heard THAT familiar van/ But it was finally all good: I had my homies around/ It was only a couple of us, so yeah, we met around town/ It was me & this new kid: my homey big Mo/ We was laying down pipe dreams a lot before school/ Remember my first time with him driving all crazy & shit/ Swerving in & out of lanes bumping Wayne & Ludacris/ Man, the first time I copped a blunt we went IN on that shit/ We met-up with some new folks before we got bent/ We lit-up in the woods, too scared of One Time/ & Mo's mama coming through - he already caught one time/ So we smoked with his biological/ Not thinking very logical/ We hopped up in the vehicle/ Got us thinking that we were cool/ Racing mother fuckers on the highway 'round 5/ We would've won if it wasn't for that slow-ass soccer mom/ Man the first time I headed to school with a buzz/ It was like trying to have a house party with Suge/ Clutching to the rail of the stairs 'cause I couldn't handle my high/ You & I BOTH know that Bobby Brown'll get you right/ We would mute Scooby-Doo to watch him rap some Lil Wyte/ Just laughing for hours, thinking I'm taller than green giant/ Matter fact, come to think of it, I WAS green giant/ We was Holocausting trees, now me & Mo now walk amongst the tyrants/- Verse 2 [Aldrian Auteur] Back in the day when I was younger/ I would dream about my come up/ With the hunger of a piranha waiting for the chance to get my tongue wet/ I hung with/ The other homies out doing the wrong shit/ Admirers of the block watching the monsters that was amongst us/ It pumped this/ Adrenaline in my veins/ That's when I found sane/ Until I figured it was time for a change/ Load up, re-aim/ But It was so hard/ To break away surrounded by mundane/ Individuals who are stuck inside chains and think minuscule/ I almost didn't finish school/ Experienced the harsh realities of maturing and thought this is cruel/ I used to do the dumbest shit and think to myself this is cool/ 'Til I turned 19 and realized I could swim inside a bigger pool/ Now I'm eating rappers on microphones and never getting full/ Trying to get these labels pulled to pay me my residuals/ Been doing this rap shit all my life like it's my ritual/ And even tho I'm still poor I feel as tho I'm rich in soul/ My niggaz know I spit it so that/ They can get and know that Even when your told you'll never glow/ You can always make your feathers grow/ And fly to your pedestal/ Be alive and continue pushing/ So the one that follows in your tracks will have somewhere to go/ Walking down that weathered road/ Headed where the legends go/ Repping White Label 'til I make to the exit row/ Full speed ahead I'm a press it 'til it's up in smoke/ Raise my hand up, let the waiter know my cups not full/-

Verse 1 Woke up early in the afternoon, phone soon rang/ A fly little girl, so I assume stay/ Over she came, I heard her younger sister's name/ Maybe we lay, so a smile up on my face/ But no game/ Could it be a sign of relief?/ Believe, if we're friends, we still lye on the beach/ Ya see?/ I stay coochied like Victoria/ No secrets, not after Crown Royal/ Couldn't be a player - not with these kinda females/ In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee nails/ I see now/ These are my real true friends/ Very few ends in these kinda hens/ Not chickens, but finer women/ Just wait/ To hear or see em singin'/ Hope no end today, just bathe in tha sun/ Tape playin' on tha radio, I had to let it run/ Hate It or Love It, tha white boy is on/ Some hot shit/ And I'll make this fuckin' hit/ Somethin' real you can get with/ Tha new kid/ On tha block, but nothin' like tha band/ They came & went like tha tide on tha sand/ Like Midol in men & Mickey Dees up in my hand/ So I'll leave this verse, but tha song just began/ What?/- Hook (112) Sky is tha limit & ya know that you/ Keep on, just keep on pressin' on/ Sky is tha limit & ya know that you can have what you want/ Be what you want/- X2 Verse 2 I'll do any damn thing to smile on her face/ This place/ Reminds me of a time she dined with a beast/ At least/ If I ain't chose, maybe I could be on lease/ But I know that she agree/ That we gotta take it easy/ Believe me/ She gotta lot of R-E-S-P-(E-C-T)/ Ain't no follower, I gotta take tha lead/ Told her "got no C.R.E.A.M., but we can smoke-up all my weed"/ No team exceeds - not after we came to be/ Couldn't dream/ I'd ever meet a real true girl/ She may rock my world, but I put her's on twirl/ And sure/ I know tha mirror ain't muscular/ Put pound for pound I pound when makin' love to her/ Fuckin' her/ Lovin' her while she's suckin' me/ Then here comes her child, still a miracle to me/ I only hope to stay, no strayin' - not for me/ Keep prayin', one day, we'll see eventually/- Hook Verse 3 Man, I had to take it back, so I had to do this track/ Back to '03 when my man was sellin' sheets/ Indeed/ We've come a ways, but there's much more to reach/ And plenty left to see/ Like our faces on TV/ Like our gates painted white while we gazin' at tha sea off tha beach/ No more drama/ No Mary J. entendre/ Maybe baby mamma drama makin' ladys wanna ride us/ When we ride up in Impalas makin' nathan left to haunt us/ And flaunt it/ Cuz back when we was creepin' on a come-up and got it/ We damn near had to pawn it/ (No more, kid)/ And this goes to those who should've been abortions/ Forcin' us/ To do what we must/ Cuz it was never done for us/ Just an overcome/ From/ The dirty South, we'll take it to the top/ I'm a comet & I'm comin' - still never lovin' cops/ One love to tha block/ REB, word to your pops/ I'll let Pop tell it:/ (See you chumps on top)/ Ha!/- Hook X2

Verse 1 [M.p.H] I heard a little rumor/ My girlie had a tumor/ That her back had got it sooner/ In this there ain't no humor/ Well my girl, you know I feel ya/ They say what doesn't kill ya/ Stays familiar but tha pain is in tha dirt/ Your pain is in my heart/ 'Cause pain is in your heart/ Like pain is on the shelf & I'm a grocery cart/ And while your shoulders may be hurting, behind mine is cursing/ My own man is flirting/ With my girl & serving/ A true phony homey/ You're lowly, I barely know ya/ Ya stranded on a level way deeper than a shovel/ Like Gotti & Dillinger, like Buss & The Leaders/ Like Curtis Jack & the Black Wallstreet leader/ You acting like you sick, you look like you got a fever/ Stay on top of who you feeling, watch out for Jerry Heller/ Listen up, motha fuckas/ That ain't love, love/- Hook [M.p.H] This is how we chill from '98 'til (that ain't love, love)/ [Reb-El] This is how we chill from '10 'til/ X4 Verse 2 [Reb-El] What is love, love, when push comes to shove?/ Are you my angel from above or O.J. with a bloody glove?/ Or The Predator to me like I'm Danny Glover/ Huh, lover? Huh, future baby mother?/ Knocking that pussy out like Maywether/ Now, we goin through more rain than May weather/ In a race with a hair, so maybe I'll just die/ Love the way I've changed, or Love the Way I Lie/ After hearing you lie/ Karma sings a lullaby/ Love you like kush/ But you beat around the bush/ No Kim, but you turned Shady/ Like Em; to me you'll give a son/ Or turn racist like Gibson/ Now we left with memories that are just sweet & fun/ But as you retreat, I'll keep the receipt, hun/ Shoot my heart with a gun/ Your love gets a refund/ 'Cause we both know that ain't love, love/- Hook [Reb-El] This is how we chill from '10 'til/ [M.p.Hl] (that ain't love, love) This is how we chill from '10 'til/ X4 Verse 3 [M.p.H] So you know I know a lady/ Who ain't no Mercedes/ Alexis or Yvette/ We started in tha back/ Of tha class "What can I call ya?", I said "Matt or My New Fix!"/ She said "Slow DOWN, I'll call YOU Patrick"/ I know she ain't a trick, but there was a change on set/ As the actress read tha script, she improvised the end/ So it was finished, away we swam in this/ Showered her with flowers, she filled up my abyss/ Instead of meetin' all my friends, she always around him/ One day I caught em holding hands, but they sped-off in his Benz/ I knew what she was up to, would've never saw this fall through/ A loose floorboard/ Should've knew, but never forewarned/ I'm warn/ And now I'm feeling scuffed/ I wanna say "fuck it" like I'll never fall again/ 'Cause some get numb, wear stilts instead of kicks/ So I'm done & I'm dumb; smart enough to know the culprit/ I forfeit/ I found her in tha pulpit, now I'll leave her in tha bullpen/ Man, you should've heard us fussin'/ She tried to play me: she told me that dude was just her cousin/ Wait-

Verse 1 He was a kid from tha 'burbs, no formal street training/ Had an older friend & they was always street dreaming/ What a feelin they got from tha gangsta rap/ Can't lie, that lye gave em a hand with that/ It was a constant after that first time with Project Pat/ Graduated to Three 6 & some other cats/ They had no business ever listening to this/ Only 13 with a penchant for risks/ What a trip/ But it was a time when they balled up their fists/ New ideas to them, but tha people wouldn't listen/ Too caught-up in their own, wouldn't care if they went missing/ So they went on a mission, & got busy/ Their mission statement: I swear to God to always be/ Always together, never splitting 'cause we/ The only ones to understand, the only ones to care/ The only ones to love, we're the only ones to share/ With another/ So fuck it, I guess we're blood brothers/ Can't take nothing from us - we'll always have eachother/ Where was father & mother? Man, they never got us anyway/ They can't tell us anything, we're 'bout to leave any day/ This self-made prison is our only fuckin shelter/ The only place that we belong, the only place to help, or/ Provide an escape, but their horizons are paved/ So surprising today, only miles to insane/ No 9 to 5 to get payed, pro'lly robbing a bank/ Only rivals are made in the minds of these slaves/ What I'm trying to convey is that from fighting their fate/ Theirs prob'ly not anyway to get em off of their train/ New ideas for the world & their chorus was this:/ Can't live without the snares, the bass ridiculous/ X 2 Hook Dear summer/ I ain't tellin/ X4 Verse 2 The man in tha phones, he knew & he cared/ Simplified tha complex, he could & he shared/ He told em how he felt about life, about love/ Spoke a little bout funk & a little bout drugs/ They felt he was their father, gave em a role model/ Philosophy in rap was a panic attack/ Made 'em stare at the models with a plan of attack/ It's a trap/ And now how they were raised is tha past/ Cuz they know what he knows, they spoke how he spoke/ They broke how he broke, and they cope how HE coped/ He gave a place to go when tha world was turnin' cold/ And froze what they know & molded their SOULS/ He'll be there before they ever hear a word from you/ And he was there when they needed him tha most - this is true/ When it was all they could do to keep from skipping school/ When it was all they could do to keep from being fools/ It was all they could do to keep from getting buried/ When life became scary & confusing for their parents/ It was all they could do to keep from throwing chairs and/ Keep from pullin' hair & to keep from runnin' SCARED/ Their guidance was there & tha headphones blared/ The man in the phones, he knew & he cared/ Had the answers to grow, he did & he spared/ Gave em nothing to fear, he could & he shared/ No more running from here, cause tha road became clear/ No more running from here, cause tha road became clear/ New ideas for tha world & their chorus was this/ Can't live without tha snared, tha bass ridiculous/ x2 Hook

Hook It's Hell gettin to Heaven (you know what time it is) It's Hell gettin to Heaven It's Hell gettin to Heaven Said it's Hell gettin to Heaven Verse 1 Another sun rise, but I'm far from an early riser/ I ain't even gone to sleep yet from a night of Budweiser/ Daydreaming on tha High Life/ I'd be wrong if I said I was tha right type/ I'm just tryna be tha fly guy into some clothes/ New shoes are tha best, we just show off to hoes/ Gotta keep em clean, try tha same for tha car/ No more bummin' rides no more walkin' so far/ No MORE walkin' miles just to stay at my job/ Just another hectic day, I just wait to get off/ I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't steal from tha biz/ I work here bitch, where are MY benefits?/ I remember smokin' underage on my breaks/ Gettin' caught by tha manager, "this ain't time for YOUR break!/ Workin' my ass off, my eye on that new raise/ I ain't get it so that CD's in my pocket today/ I can't complain cuz tha girls, they BEEN leaving tha chain/ I'll get her number but she don't know this is for my man/ It's Hell gettin to Heaven/- Hook Verse 2 She said she don't WANNA return call, last night was enough/ Wish I could turn back time to when Sonny Bono was with us/ Never finished with my exes, always around like The Spinners/ We all in for a loop, call this lifetime a Goodyear/ Shit is clear that none of us are really well off that's here/ So before you think of Japan, better think of our land/ Before you think of Haiti, think of life in New Orleans/ Because we gotta help US so we can lend them a hand/ Before you quitting you new job, better think of you last/ Ay, you better think of cash before you hittin' that ass/ Before you win tha race, you gotta learn to walk/ And before you give a speech, you gotta learn to talk/ Man, we all try to stumble just to get up tha block/ Ay, you know they say we cut from tha same damn cloth!/ A smile is your soul's stitching, let it learn how to talk/ Leave tha hatin' to tha haters, leave tha fakin' to tha fakers/ If you wake, then you can bake, if you a shaker than shake/ If don't, WHATCHOO IN THA CLUB FOR?, c'mon let's break/ It's Hell gettin' to Heaven/- Hook

Verse 1 [M.p.H] My baby is a winner & I'm a winner when I'm with her/ I got that kinda business to make ya back quiver/ I'm back with Mack dinners/ A fact to pack ribbers/ My bad I meant rubbers/ You bad; you wanna cuddle?/ We'll cuddle/ So high up, I'm lookin down at tha Hubble/ So many numbers in tha sack, we'll have to have a huddle/ Ey, my brothers mad at you cuz you badder than his lover/ Bazooka Joe's mad you put his bubble out if business/ You trouble/ But I love ya/ And double: you ain't a vixen/ Only videos you in behind DOORS, but they still picture/ Lock tha doors, drop tha shades, that's two that wanna get in/ Whatchoo feeling?/ Baby, you can be tha cop & I'm tha villain/ If I had it my way, you'd model a Maserati/ So many Kodak moments, you model, I'm paparazzi/ We play fighting under sheets, I'm hollering you ain't got me/ We modeling for tha dream, I'm Gotti & you Versace/- Hook [Lyfe Jennings] Baby I'm a star/ Ain't nothing but the heavens above me/ Rolling in my car/ And these haters can't help but love me/ Baby I'm a star/ Nothin' but the heavens above me/ Rollin' in my car/ And these haters can't help but love me/ No/- Verse 2 [M.p.H] She make me feel blessed cuz she wanna talk to me/ Make me say "my god", so how could this be unholy?/ Sometimes I keep it gutter: Ice Cube with his tooth pick/ Cut on that new shit/ It's tha same ol' two-step/ Sex, drugs, & Hip Hop - they callin' all us base-heads/ So much Goose too, we gotta stoop to get on 'Ye's head/ But fuck what they said/ We can still make tha world go 'round/ Still broke right now, just wait for them to hear my sound/ Submit it to radio, get payed @ shows & do my rounds/ This tha way shit's 'posed to sound/ Cop my album, play it loud/ Hear tha crowd? I'm homeward bound/ I know know it's just a rumor too/ No humor but sometimes there's some TRUTH to tha rumors/ I'm used to tha boos & tha fools boohooing/ I ain't ashamed of ya so when they ask "who are you with?"/ I got a straight answer: none of your God damn business/ Cuz our loving is our own, leave tha drama for tha witness/- Hook Verse 3 [M.p.H] We blazin' 59, we doin' bout 95/ Baby you know my style, just wavin' at tha cops/ I'm crazy blame my mom/ And you crazy bout my charm/ An lady, know I'm crazy with YOU up on my arm/ I'm cool with some folks, but I keep my circle tight/ An knowin' how they goin', I made my decision right/ I'm flowin' how I'm flowing, I'm going through the night/ Just smile for all tha hating, keep that BB pistol tight/ I'll let it go, better know how we gettin' down/ These clown can take a round, we'll let em know they loud/ They made a business with this, we'll keep it outta town/ I'm tha fuckin' fire marshal, this place is shutting down/ I'm a clown/ So smile/ So we don't create tha same mistakes/ Thank me later, Winter EP, 300 copies copped & played/ So call this my new symphony/ Just press repeat & sing with me/ And if you ain't a friend to me/ Just press repeat to berate me/- Hook