"ALL I KNOW IS I WAS TOLD AS A YOUNGSTA DON'T BE A PUNK/ KEEP A PISTOL AND IF YOU BRANDISH IT YOU BETTER DUMP/ LEAVE THEIR BATTLESHIP SUNK, ALL THAT MATTERS IS THAT YOU WIN/ THREE HUNDRED POUND GOLDEN GLOVES,FUCK 'EM SINK SOME HOLLOWZ IN/ LEAVE THEIR CHEST SPLIT, THE MAIN RULE TO FOLLOW IS STAY ON TOP/ DON'T FREQUENT HOT SPOTS YOU KNOW SOON WILL BE RAIDED BY COPS/ BUT STAY FLARED UP,TEARIN' IT UP, PAIRED UP WITH THE HOMIEZ/ PATROLIN' THE STREETS FOR RIVALS ROAMING, TIPPIN' BACK FORTIEZ/ LOOKIN' TO RID THE TOWN OF ANY SEWER RATS INFILTRATIN'/ TRYIN' TO POISON OUR LAND THIS AIN'T FOR SOUTHERN CONGREGATIN'/ THIS IS NORTE SIDE! GET IT RIGHT OR TAKE FLIGHT/ OR YOU GON FEEL THE FATAL BITE OF HUNGRY HOLLOWZ THROUGH MY SITE/ RIPPIN' YOUR FLESH, LEAVIN' BLOODY CHUNKS ON THE PAVEMENT/ AND I WISH NOTHIN' BUT DEATH FOR ANYONE THAT YOU CAME WITH/ MENTAL ANGUISH, EATS AT MY MIND LIKE A DISEASE/ I HAVE VISIONS OF ALL MY ENEMIEZ LINED UP ON THEIR KNEEZ/ GAGGED AND TIED UP AND I'M A ONE MAN FIRING SQUAD/ WITH AN ASSORTMENT OF WEAPONS TO SHRED MY RIVALS APART/ THAT MIGHT SEEM A BIT TWISTED TO SOME, SO IF YOU AIN'T FEELIN' IT/ STAY THE FUCK UP OUT MY WAY, YOU WON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT " SAVAGES NE4 -Woodie
SORRY, longer than a bar but that verse is hella sick!!!!