"Don't Hide It"(feat. Bing, Grimm, Ikeman)
  [Grimm]
  Automatics be kicking, reloaded streets done exploded
  And hopeless, lost on the dro'ded armored soldiers
  The fully loadest, book was strong as bullets recorded lead oldies
  Pour some mo', cause I got love for my dead homies
  Playing bogus, reminiscing bout the days
  Getting blazed, stay paid, cook my yay in microwaves
  I was raised, learning plays off the pages of gangsta ways
  Sharp as swisha blades, hard to finish my race
  In your face, place to place flipping channels
  Got the dope within the panels, from the Valley to Ingrando
  Nothing we can't handle, mexicanos out of Texas
  Running with the best cuz, fuck with nothing less cuz
    [Chorus]
  Boy don't you hide it, roll it up and light it
  It's how we do it in the Southeast
  When you ride you gotta pack your piece
  It's all the same up in the Northeast
  Boy don't you hide it, roll it up and light it
  It's how we do it in the Northwest
  Put to rest if you ain't wearing your vest
  It's all the same down in the Southwest
    [Bing]
  The feds on me, I reminisce about my dead homies
  Now that I'm investing, trying to put some lead on me
  Cops on the licks, robbing boys off since
  Who's next with the plex, we knocking boys off the deck
  I'm known to reck I'm Bing, I ain't gon drop my flag
  I drop my sample up, and I drop your ass
  Pull out and smash, just a youngsta bout his cash
  I'm the first and I'm the last, I-K-E bring it bad
    [Ikeman]
  We sideways on lock, Grimm, Ike and Bing gon hop
  Southeast be Wreckshop, time to go blast up the block
  Murder murder with the glock nigga, we bust shots nigga
  With dead dots nigga, the feds hot
  We the realest and what not, be killas that won't stop
  You niggas is gon drop, fucking with the wrong block
  Off the top, this one here is for my dead homies
  I'm over here reminiscing when you bled on me
    [Chorus]
    [Grimm]
  The game's headed worst, riding your homie in the hears
  Done praying for his soul, at the church still it hurts
  To know that he's gone, thought he'd live long
  Hard to stay strong, wanna know what went wrong
  Still ain't nothing you could do to bring your homie back
  Steady puff, pour the boo remember rolling lac
  Now there's more in the pack, and the Pac and the Bigg's
  Eazy-E, the hardest rapper ever lived
  In the minds and hearts, of playas, ballas and pimps
  That don't refine the arts, of proper measurements
  Setting presidents, for all the hustlas to come
  That live and die by the gun, but still gon ride till they time come
    [Chorus]