g-unit releases are the most important days in our life right now. we know what to expect and we know it will be perfect. i was at cd plus on my lunchbreak to make sure i got the cardboard packaged one with the ski mask cover (i think that might be the dirtiest, best album cover ever. when i first saw the picture in magazine ads and such i thought the idea was supposed to be that he was dead. his eyes are closed and everything. it reminded me of like al jazeera camcorder footage of the martyr's body propped up in the living room of his parents home, with the mask still on, the platinum grill still in his mouth because no one would violate him by trying to pry it out.) and the dvd. it's got the same supersmooth g-unit photography that they've used since get rich, and pictures of buck blowing smoke, pointing revolvers and interrogating dudes tied to chairs in abandoned houses. tonight we heard stomp playing in like every third car downtown and in the back of dairy queen when we went through the drive-thru to get blizzards.

the songs from the cd that i want to write about:

i'm a soldier ft. 50 cent - WELCOME TO CASHVILLE, MOTHERFUCKERS. why we love young buck:
I COME FROM A SMALL TOWN WHERE ORGANIZED CRIME IS THE RULE
YOU KILL NIGGAS WITHOUT PERMISSION, NIGGAS IS GONNA KILL YOU
WE BANG THE RAGS, TOO, RED AND THE BLUE
THAT SHIT AIN'T ONLY OUT THERE ON THE WEST COAST FOOL
SURROUNDED BY SECTION 8 HOUSING AND THE PROJECTS
A PLACE WHERE YOU MAKE THE WRONG TURN YOU GET ROBBED AT
WE ALL TARGETS STANDING OUT ON THESE STREET CORNERS
THAT'S WHY YOU SEE THE LITTLE KIDS WITH THE HEAT ON THEM
POLICE PULL UP, HOP OUT BUT THEY CAN'T CATCH US
THEY NEVER EVEN GET A CHANCE TO SAY DROP YOUR WEAPON
LIQOUR STORES NEVER CLOSE, THE WHOLE HOOD HIGH
NIGGAS KNOW WHEN IT'S WAR THE WHOLE HOOD RIDE
WE ON THAT BISHOP AND JUICE SHIT
I PUT THIS FOUR FIVE IN YOUR MOUTH LIKE A TOOTHPICK
THE SOUTH AIN'T SAFE NO MORE SO GET A GUN
AND PRAY TO GOD YOU MAKE IT TO SEE TWENTY ONE
he raps about dirt roads, looks like tupac and isn't from new york city.

prices on my head ft. lloyd banks and d-tay - i kinda thought he was going to go more southern and skip shit like this, mobb deep beats and soft in-key hooks but i guess that's kind of the idea. he has a beautiful voice that still sound rough even though he's singing very properly and he does a standard, very properly done verse about riding with g-unit even if shit gets fucked up. lloyd sounds defeated and raps about doublechecking every time he steps outside. and d-tay sounds identical to buck!! for a second i was like yo where's this d-tay guy, was that just his voice on the hook or something? i'm still not sure. (after the g-unit show in saskatoon buck and banks were doing an official aftershow thing at a club downtown. d-tay was one of the guys there that started the semi riot by fucking with a guy from stressed street, the local crew that was opened the aftershow thing. all the g-unit dudes ran backstage and their security got fucked up by all the guys who were rolling with stressed street who were right up against the stage. the next day everyone was saying buck and banks got robbed by guys from indian posse and crazy cree.)(d-tay was also the dude responsible for the g-unit spinner piece getting robbed on a different occasion!! what a bitch.)

bonafide hustler ft. 50 and yayo - if you have kazaa or soulseek or any shit like that stop right now and try and download this. this is so so so good, you don't even know. just like grimy nighttime beat with rising strings and twinkling bells and just the most amazing 50 verse since probably get rich, shit like you haven't heard in forever, way different from the arrogant, commanding g-unit stuff (which is fine too) and var guest verses. and buck comes with some serious d-boy horror about filling up needles and running the block around the clock. and! yayo with crazy lullaby sing-song rhyme with more scary realness: NOW I'M HEADED DOWN SOUTH AND THAT'S MY WORD
I'M ON THE GREYHOUND BOUT TO MOVE THESE BIRDS
AND IF THESE NIGGAS DON'T LET ME SLING *CLICK CLICK*
I'M OUT THERE ROBBIN EVERYTHING
GOT A BRAND NEW MAC AND A P89
YAY'S A HUSTLER MAN I STAY ON THE GRIND
NINE GRAMS OF HEROIN A HUNDRED GRAMS OF COKE
TWELVE OZ OF MUSHROOMS TWO POUNDS OF SMOKE
THREE GALS OF DUST JUICE AND A TANK OF LSD
AND A THOUSAND PILLS OF EVERY KIND OF ECSTASY
HASH HASHISH, WHEN I WAS YOUNGER WITH MY CREW I HAD THEM NIGGAS SNIFFIN GLUE
IT'S FORTY CENT A GRAM TO THEM TRUCKERS AND BAMAS
AND I CAN CHEF UP A MIRACLE WITH ARM AND HAMMER,
I'M A HUSTLER MAN I SUPPLY THE FIENDS
I'M A HUSTLER MAN I'LL SELL YOU A DREAM

shorty wanna ride - it kinda sounds like a ny producer trying to do a fake southern beat. it's lil jon but without all the crazy whistles and star trek noises that we all hate now. it's still pretty hard and okay. buck drives around nashville in his cadillac truck and finds a girl to hop up in the truck and drive out to the country.

stomp ft. the game and ludacris - the back of the package has a little black sticker covering half of the title. 12 STOMP f/T.I. & LUD| CORRECTION "STOMP" F/THE GAME & LUDACRIS | and game sucks so fucking bad, "i wasn't trying to get the cover of the double x l / just tryna fuck mya cause dre says sex sells." and the passable luda verse that makes less sense with t.i. off the track but sounds hot like fire after the game's verse.

walk with me ft. stat quo - SPIT MY BARS, GET OFF TOUR THEN GO COOK CRACK. even on the end of album track with stat quo they make him use some corny nyc beat but eh it's okay, lots of cool horns and cool disco-y lady singing in the background and buck singing the hook about all the real niggas walking with him and stat quo is kind of cute with strange punchline about treating gats like tires, he always keeps a spare, spit hotter than hot wings, save the games for the arcade, yea-ah!