froze ony and iceberg ft. bun b - yo cadillac -- squeaky houston beat and bun b running through with twenty three inch chrome, slabs with ragtops, peanut butter interiors, candy paint, woodgrain, fifth in the back and bang in the trunk and the two other dudes wrecking it on the hook and then falling asleep in the middle of their verses.

g-unit ft. dtp - keepin it hood -- i think there's a really obvious flip of some really obvious beat hidden somewhere in this but i can't tell what it is. tity (why does boring i-20 get to drop before tity?? and even lil fate! and even shawnna!) all deliberate, sloppy, smooth and punchlines, "and the truck got a pedicure cause the feet got painted." young buck the tennessee tiger with a i-came-up-but-i'm-still-grimy verse. lloyd banks coming in like kay slay in the middle of a papoose freestyle, totally out of place and with his voice mixed three times louder.

young buck ft. david banner and lil flip - welcome to the south -- "we pop pills, shoot and kill! you know what we bout / and on behalf of g-unit, welcome to the south." it's like the scary flipside of 'my city,' where everything was pig feet and grape kool-aid. banner and flip (the occasional "i'm not all about drank and yellowbones i shoot guns too" verse was okay when they really were occasional, very unpleasant now) talk about guns and shit and red spyda comes with something slow and sinister.