Hardest verse?
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HANDS DOWN ITS!
HANDS DOWNS ITS!
SAVAGEZ
"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"
THATS IT, THE HARDIST VERS THE CAZY ASS VATO WOODIE EVER SPIT IMO! :devious:
HANDS DOWNS ITS!
SAVAGEZ
"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"
THATS IT, THE HARDIST VERS THE CAZY ASS VATO WOODIE EVER SPIT IMO! :devious:
this my favorite of all time
CALLIN YOUR BLUFF-FIRST VERSE
WANNA NUT UP? SUCKA WHAT UP? RUN UP PUNK OR SHUT UP/
'CAUSE I'MMA PUT A SLUG IN YOUR LUNG AND HAVE YOU COUGHIN' BLOOD UP/
'CAUSE I'M FED UP WITH YOU SUCKAZ TALKIN' THREATS BEHIND MY BACK/
BUT WHEN YOU SEE ME YOU AVOID ME, PUNK YOU SAID YOU GONNA SNAP/
I AIN'T NO HEAVYWEIGHT SO DEMONSTRATE YOUR PLAN TO BUST MY GRILL/
I GUESS YOU HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE, THAT NORTENO WOODIE KILLS/
I AIN'T TRYIN' TO KNOCK YOUR TEETH OUT, I'M TRYIN' TO BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT/
WITH A TRE-FIVE-SEV I'LL LEAVE YOUR SKULL HOLLOW AND BODY LAID OUT/
IT'S THAT YOC LIFE THAT GOT ME LIKE THIS AIN'T NO POINT IN ME TO FIGHT IT/
MY VEINS ARE PUMPIN' A VIRUS AND I CALL IT HOMICIDUS/
FOR MY SCRAP KILLIN' TENDENCIES, AIN'T LOOKIN' FOR NO REMEDIES/
I'M THINKIN' OF WAYS TO GET MORE STRAPS TO EXECUTE MY ENEMIEZ/
THE A.P.D WANNA SEE THE END OF ME SO I GOTTA WATCH MY STEP/
I TAKE BACKROADS AND SPEAK IN CODE 'CAUSE PHONE CALLS THEY WILL INTERCEPT/
AND I BET, THEY'RE POSTED DOWN THE BLOCK WITH BLACK BINOCS/
STAKIN' OUT THE SPOT IF SHIT GETS HOT THEIR SCOPE IS ON MY KNOT/
I STILL PLOT STRATEGIES OF DISSAPATING GUN POWDER/
HIT THAT BLOCK WIT AN S-K CHOP AND WATCH THESE HOLLOWTIPS DEVOUR
CALLIN YOUR BLUFF-FIRST VERSE
WANNA NUT UP? SUCKA WHAT UP? RUN UP PUNK OR SHUT UP/
'CAUSE I'MMA PUT A SLUG IN YOUR LUNG AND HAVE YOU COUGHIN' BLOOD UP/
'CAUSE I'M FED UP WITH YOU SUCKAZ TALKIN' THREATS BEHIND MY BACK/
BUT WHEN YOU SEE ME YOU AVOID ME, PUNK YOU SAID YOU GONNA SNAP/
I AIN'T NO HEAVYWEIGHT SO DEMONSTRATE YOUR PLAN TO BUST MY GRILL/
I GUESS YOU HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE, THAT NORTENO WOODIE KILLS/
I AIN'T TRYIN' TO KNOCK YOUR TEETH OUT, I'M TRYIN' TO BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT/
WITH A TRE-FIVE-SEV I'LL LEAVE YOUR SKULL HOLLOW AND BODY LAID OUT/
IT'S THAT YOC LIFE THAT GOT ME LIKE THIS AIN'T NO POINT IN ME TO FIGHT IT/
MY VEINS ARE PUMPIN' A VIRUS AND I CALL IT HOMICIDUS/
FOR MY SCRAP KILLIN' TENDENCIES, AIN'T LOOKIN' FOR NO REMEDIES/
I'M THINKIN' OF WAYS TO GET MORE STRAPS TO EXECUTE MY ENEMIEZ/
THE A.P.D WANNA SEE THE END OF ME SO I GOTTA WATCH MY STEP/
I TAKE BACKROADS AND SPEAK IN CODE 'CAUSE PHONE CALLS THEY WILL INTERCEPT/
AND I BET, THEY'RE POSTED DOWN THE BLOCK WITH BLACK BINOCS/
STAKIN' OUT THE SPOT IF SHIT GETS HOT THEIR SCOPE IS ON MY KNOT/
I STILL PLOT STRATEGIES OF DISSAPATING GUN POWDER/
HIT THAT BLOCK WIT AN S-K CHOP AND WATCH THESE HOLLOWTIPS DEVOUR
I like Woodies verse on Norte Sidin when he spits
WITH BEAT QUAKIN' OUT THE WINDOW SPITTIN' YOC LIFE LINGO
THAT SHITS SO TIGHT IT MAKES MY EARS TINGLE
A SINGLE SHOT DEUCE-DEUCE IS ALL IT TAKES
TO RATTLE UP HIS BRAINS AND KILL HIS PARENTS MISTAKE
BUT I PREFER TO TUCK A TRE-FIVE-SEV IN MY NUTS
SO I CAN HIT "EM WITH A GUTSHOT FUCKIN' 'EM UP
But you cant fuck with lil los verse on Dirt Deeds
Yoc what? Your glock what? Yeah you better take a shot punk/
cause aint no turning back when you flaunt your strap, leave your cap peeled when I dump chump/when the funk jumps, gotta be on my toes, ammunition dishing out in rows/ keep foes in check with effect when I rip there neck when I let loose hoe/duece-0 block props got cops on our jocks, but popping shots will not stop/
slap a scrap off the map when I tap his back when I blast a black chop/aftershock liquifies my brain and mary jane invades my vains to maintain and hang when I gang-bang, inflict pain when I sprinkle grains, cane drain/coats my throat when I off choke smoke, approach the roach til it's all she wrote/ smoke dope and rap twist caps and try to cope with rats backstabbing folks/That's why I stay high off dosher, remain a yoc town soldier/
exposure to shady times gots my mind anti-sober/gotta stay blazed in theses crazed days, hazed by norte ways it's not a phase/steady amazed on how things changed-rearranged but it aint no thang/still hang and claim with my real folks, it's fucked up cause I gotta kill folks/hit your block with a chop and peel throats, blast with a mask and let these skills show/let me fell your repents when I let thirty do you dirty/folks wanna battle us, gotta handle this, it's skandolous for shirley/that girly got me numb for 781 redrum/ain't no fun trying to shun my gun when the sights tight up on your lungs/pump your chest with an s.k.s. and bless your dome witha tre-eight chrome/murder zone created, stated when the funk is on.
WITH BEAT QUAKIN' OUT THE WINDOW SPITTIN' YOC LIFE LINGO
THAT SHITS SO TIGHT IT MAKES MY EARS TINGLE
A SINGLE SHOT DEUCE-DEUCE IS ALL IT TAKES
TO RATTLE UP HIS BRAINS AND KILL HIS PARENTS MISTAKE
BUT I PREFER TO TUCK A TRE-FIVE-SEV IN MY NUTS
SO I CAN HIT "EM WITH A GUTSHOT FUCKIN' 'EM UP
But you cant fuck with lil los verse on Dirt Deeds
Yoc what? Your glock what? Yeah you better take a shot punk/
cause aint no turning back when you flaunt your strap, leave your cap peeled when I dump chump/when the funk jumps, gotta be on my toes, ammunition dishing out in rows/ keep foes in check with effect when I rip there neck when I let loose hoe/duece-0 block props got cops on our jocks, but popping shots will not stop/
slap a scrap off the map when I tap his back when I blast a black chop/aftershock liquifies my brain and mary jane invades my vains to maintain and hang when I gang-bang, inflict pain when I sprinkle grains, cane drain/coats my throat when I off choke smoke, approach the roach til it's all she wrote/ smoke dope and rap twist caps and try to cope with rats backstabbing folks/That's why I stay high off dosher, remain a yoc town soldier/
exposure to shady times gots my mind anti-sober/gotta stay blazed in theses crazed days, hazed by norte ways it's not a phase/steady amazed on how things changed-rearranged but it aint no thang/still hang and claim with my real folks, it's fucked up cause I gotta kill folks/hit your block with a chop and peel throats, blast with a mask and let these skills show/let me fell your repents when I let thirty do you dirty/folks wanna battle us, gotta handle this, it's skandolous for shirley/that girly got me numb for 781 redrum/ain't no fun trying to shun my gun when the sights tight up on your lungs/pump your chest with an s.k.s. and bless your dome witha tre-eight chrome/murder zone created, stated when the funk is on.
