evidence
go!
step it up. hear me
feel the funk
yeah
i can smoke a whole eighth in a spliff
some call that a problem but i call it a gift
hit the clutch then i start to shift
turn it up - light my dutch then start to drift
lost angel
westside rider
the official
four-oh-five friday
sound provider
underground hitman
hard to hire
unsigned death threats written in typewriters
poetic
i'm that type of writer
got that don't call me