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BWS Radio Part 2
Disc 1
01. Bws Radio Pt 2 (intro)
02. Lyrical Homicide
03. The Illest Rapper Alive
04. Bandana on Right Side (remix)
05. Walk in the Streets
06. Guess Who Bangin'
07. Get Ya $$ Up
08. New Bws Artist
09. Doin' That
10. Nice
11. If You From Here
12. Amsterdan Summer 2007 (live)
13. Never (remix)
14. Not Guilty
15. No Half Steppin'
16. Cut Throat
17. Freestyle
18. I'm Here
19. New West Anthem (remix)
20. Amsterdam Summer 2007, Pt. 2 (live)
Disc 2
01. Voodoo & My Last Album
02. My Bitch
03. Welcome to My Hood
04. Midnight Rider
05. Freestyle Pt. 1
06. Razor
07. Still Me
08. Phenom
09. Streets
10. New Breathe of West Coast
11. Murder
12. I'm From the Ghetto
13. Snitches
14. Mr. Yayo
15. Freestyle Pt. 2
"Good evening sports fans and welcome to what should
prove to be the best game of the year.
Hello everyone, I'm johnny bigmouth, welcoming you to
the final game of the world championship.
We're expecting to see one helluva game tonight,
There's no love lost between these two teams.
Each drawing endless amounts of penalties:
We've had fights, cheap shots, name calling - everything we could ask for...
So now, we take you live and play... the game".
You gave it your all, you gave all you've got
You reached for the limit, you pushed till you dropped
You scratched and you clawed, you spilled out your guts
You gave them your oath and you signed it in blood
Bent over backwards, your body is sore
You gave them your life but they still wanted more
You carry the load, you dig deep inside
Blood, sweat and tears till the day that you die
The game... betrayed
This is how you get repaid
They're playing with your mind, they're playing with your head
How do you like your meal when you're being force fed
This is how you get repaid... the game
You crash and you burn, you've stood at the top

You faced all the pressure and took the cheap shots
Your body keeps dying, wealth is the gain
You fought all the battles and played through the pain
You scratch at the scabs, you swear when you bleed
You laughed at the stitches and lost your front teeth
Go through the therapy, break all your bones
Then comes the trade, you buy/sell your home
"Oh my... what a hit! did you see that? unbelievable...
That's gotta hurt. The abuse this boy takes night after night,
and he's still putting on quite a show for the fans.
This guy is worth every penny he makes... I tell ya... that's gotta hurt..."
You talk of the glories and memories gone past
A brilliant career though it could never last
You're down and you're bitter, your rings are in hock
There's pins in your knees and you limp when you walk
You take all the pills, make the pain go away
You've lost all your wealth but your agent's ok
Your children have left you, your wife did the same
Look what it got you, but man he could sure play the game