1. "We Got It 4 Cheap"
Pusha: "I'm the best since he died, and he lied/The spirit of competition, one verse could start jihad/CPR Pusha, the flow tends to revive/Pullin the covers back, I expose what you disguise/My presence is felt, the pressure is on/A four eleven cuban helped us weather the storm/Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm/Through all the adversity the fury was born"
2. "We Got It 4 Cheap"
Malice: "Niggas don't get the picture, it's written in scripture/Even ask your mama's she'll tell you that blood's thicker/And I don't know how them other niggas built/And I don't know if ever they feel guilt/Or maybe niggas just too high on they stilts/But this one's on me, I'mma view it as spilt milk"
3. "Momma I'm So Sorry"
Pusha T: "Papa said stay free of them suckers/Minus the wicked jumper
Street balla like the Rucker/Skip To My Lou if you lookin for a couple/Roosters in the duffle/Keep the hood screaming Cock-a Doodle Doo fuckers/Coke by the ton, rap niggas I'm the one"
4. "Momma I'm So Sorry"
Malice: "Youngin, learn from me, let's not be at odds/Were more like than not, 2 peas of a pod/Same hustle, cept my hustle now flows/I once gave it away, at 30 grams a O/That accounts for all them days in the cold/Feels like kids and cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl"
5. "Momma I'm So Sorry"
Pusha T: "Sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother/It's P the evil creeper send some to the Grim Reaper/Meanwhile, me and my mrs. like Soloman and Sheeba/Sign of the times her Emilio Pucci sneakers.. huh/Ghetto literature, I'd damn near die for Bolivia/It don't take much to get rid of ya/Once I send for ya, better call the minister"
7. "Mr. Me Too"
Malice: "Wanna know the time? Better clock us/Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches/We cloud hoppers, tailored suits like we mobsters/Break down keys into dimes and sell them like Gobstoppers"
8. "Wamp Wamp (What It Do)"
Malice: "17 a brick, yeah, run and tell 'em that/I got the wamp wamp when I move it it's still damp/Mildew-ish when I heat it, it turn bluish/It cools to a tight wad, the Pyrex is Jewish/I get paper, it seems I get foolish/Take it to Jacob and play "Which hue's the bluest?"
9. "Wamp Wamp (What It Do)"
Pusha: "EGHCK! So much glamour, that I can't stand the/Bright from the ice, the chain xenon lamp ya/Impression in ya mind like a freeze-frame camera/The white tape tight like ya seen on Pampers/What's under the couch would probably freeze up Santa/Whatever it cost baby we got answers"
10. "Ride Around Shopping"
Malice: "All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it/Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous/Float around in the greatest of Porsches/Feel like a chuck wagon cause I'm on twelve horses/And the three behind mine they be the clique/So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick man/Winter through the summer care less what it cost me/While I'm shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova"
11. "Ride Around Shining"
Pusha T: "Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches/Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit 'bout long as Jesus/I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this/Pusha push John P. Kees with these sounds of crackness/The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it/Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches/Money piles high as my nieces"
12. "Ride Around Shining"
Malice: "First nigga holla show me/Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly/Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me/You fuckin' faggot, you need to raise your glass and toast me/Niggas can't figure the format for hustler criteria/Not chrome, chrome rims with stallion insignia"
13. "Dirty Money"
Malice: "You could tell me 'bout ya day, I pretend I listen/And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincing/I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff/And that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch/Nah mama hush, you ain't even gotta speak/Just put it on ya charge, check makes ya feet/Compliments of me, take the bitter with the sweet/And we can get this money like its falling outta tree"
14. "Hello New World"
Pusha T: "Bagging up grams at the Hyatt, doe/The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke/At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama/Fuckin plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama/I found poetry, excuse me, Floetry/"Say yes!" niggas hear the "eghck" and they know it's me"
15. "Keys Open Doors"
Pusha T: "Bitch never cook my coke! Why?/Never trust a ho with your child/At you make believe rappers I smile!/HA! Canal Streeting my style/Like you internet sharing my files, you MySpace niggas/So kill the comparison/I'm South Beach sipping on Sarafin/Royalty check nigga, I never been/Cook money clean through Merrill Lynch/Accountant just gasp at the smell of it!"
16. "Keys Open Doors"
Malice: "Word on the street is you gonna love how it melt/And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself/I yell "Re-up" til I'm locked like Mumia/And get it 'cross the state with the grace of Maria/Keep on toys, you goin' know us when you see us/Living street tales worthy of Don Divas"
17. "Ain't Cha"
Malice: "They'll call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake/Epitaph reading how much damage you could take/While I'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate/I know why you liked her, the head, it was great/Loving these bezels sets, change with no space/86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take?/Patent leather Bapes/Closet like planet of the Bape!"
18. "Ain't Cha"
Sandman: "What? You pussies hardly eat/What you spend on a home is a gaudy piece/On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss/My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff/From the kickoff to tip off/I give off rays from the VVs, ice glazed like lip gloss"
19. "Chinese New Year"
Pusha T: "Mask on face, Glock in hand/I was in and out of homes like the Orkin Man/Never listen to my parents like an orphan man/Strong finger on the trigger like it's in dwarf's hands/Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam/Make nigga kick that can/Fall victim to the Klick Klack Klan/My vixen eat ya face like she Ms. Pac-Man/My wish her command, ugh"
20. "Chinese New Year"
Malice: "Let's play cops and robbers/And watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martyrs/As well as niggas with plots to rob us/Try me, I'll turn this mothafucka into Shottas/With them 911's revvin'/Gunfire leave brethren remains like it's 9/11/And get the sounds of rounds dispensing/That clack up make 'em back up like it's invisible fencing"