“Man I’m a middle finger figure (figure), a million dollar mission/Poppin like Orville Redenbacher (bacher), with a whippin in the kitchen (kitchen)/Yayo like Dontrelle Willis (what?), we the trillest/On the mound, I’m holdin that whole South down, I know you feel us/We the realest walkin the planet, can’t stand it/Pass away, wanna fight us/Start to swingin, wanna kill us/Blast away, wanna stab us/Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep/’Cause I betcha we comin back a couple hundred brothers deep (oh!)/Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood/Don’t matter, we represented, cross us? (yeah) We gon’ get you good/Them Down South veterans (huh), ain’t nobody better than/gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin” 

-Bun B, “The Game Belongs to Me”