[talking:]
Chris Wizzard, ha-ha
I mean what you expect man, we here
(and we on top of our game, be young on top of our game)
Cause boys out here having money man, no doubt
(the independent route), they acting like they don't know
But you know what it is, (it's a big game out here man
Boys should really learn, how to play this game
It's really some'ing, serious out here man)
[H.A.W.K.:]
Ain't having that and that's a fact, I put that on Screw and Pat
So y'all cats better back-back, before I start to react
And attack with a glock or mack, creating holes like a full back
When I cock and aim and pull that, I bet ya you won't pull back
I'm a cool cat and I keep it real, big dude with sex appeal
That will kill if a nigga feel, he wanna share his might skills
I'm so real can't stand fake, can't stand those that playa hate
It's money to make so why hate, let's all get this damn cake
I ain't having that cause I ain't the one, I'ma show you how to do this son
I rap for fun, and make niggaz look dumb
How come I don't know, I was gifted with the flow
I bust a flow for my lil' bro, before I let go
(damn H.A.W.K. you hot like lava), ain 't having it so don't bother
You take it any further, I will use the problem solver
H-A-Dub-K, move bitch get out the way
You heard what the song say, we meant what we say
[Hook: x2]
I ain't having it, so don't bother
I ain't having it, so don't bother
I ain't having it, I ain't having it
I ain't having it, so don't bother
I ain't having it, so don't bother
I ain't having it, so don't bother
You take it any further, I will use the problem solver
[Chris Ward:]
Hey big homie you ain't having this, so we ain't having that
These haters swear they G's, like I don't know they just rapping that
They couldn't see us, if they was the third letter of the alphabet
I murder bar for bar, you think Chris Ward is half the track
I be's all over the block in the booth, kinda like a acrobat
Dollar for dollar, stack for stack
In fact I'm facing multiple chargers, for organized rhyme
And the whack is scared of flow, cause I glorify's my grind
Lyrically, my delivery is conspiracy
Cause I force heat up to the public, so feircfully
So damn if you feeling me, cause I know that you fearing me
And F' the F-E-D's, cause I know that you hearing me
It's like I'm seeing H.A.W.K. in my sleep, so when I crawl on the creep
I keep extra heat on the seat, when I'm flossing one deep
Why I'm on that other shit, that spit it for my brother shit
That hardcore gutter shit, yeah-yeah
[Hook x2]
[talking:]
Yeah that's right, well that's pretty much the gist of it
You dig Big H.A.W.K., H-A-W-K
Screwed Up Click for life, the five star general
You got that big homie, Ghetto Dreams anywho
This your young B-Gizzle, C. Wizzzle
Whaddya think, you're the king?
Always on top of everything.
Sure, sure, sure
You think you're the best
So much better than the rest.
But you're not,
You don't see
How unreal you seem to me
It's just fake,
A disguise
But I see!
Chorus:
Hail, Your Highness, Your Majesty
You mean nut nut nothing to me
You'll have your queen, but when you do
I promise your love won't be true
When you have
Enslaved my land
We won't be walking
Hand in hand
Said goodbye
To your life
Your Majesty
Chorus:
I'd rather have love
Then be a queen
Rather be normal
Not have everything
Maybe that's weird,
But it's just me
Sooner or later
You will see!
[talking]
Willow, give me some of that head banger shit man
Boys ain't ready for this here, feel the H.A.W.K. man
Turn up my fone', that's about right
[H.A.W.K.]
I'm a step above great, don't try to immolate
Or sit there and hate, and start to fabricate
My division is heavy weight, so fellow and vacate
You taking up my space, so its time you migrate
Since you can't relate, I'm gon set the record straight
And infiltrate your chest stain, and increase the death rate
Genetically you can't, better yet you fish bate
I'm first you second rate, you should of had a P.A.
When rumors circulate, i don't advocate
You choose your own fate, and get the fuck out my face
I use subject and predicate, also the proper eddicate
You cats are delicate, and known to go telling shit
I'm known to start static, with lyrical acrobatics
The public is democratics, they all hogg fanatics
The flow bending, swear I ate a can of spinach
Your flow is timid, and you will ruin my image
I'm strong to defense, rank in the top percentage
A bad boy like Dennis, classified a menace
I spread like anthrax, the Benz is black on black
I dominate like Shaq, Air Force Ones and throwbacks
I spit lyrical crack, and stack platinum plack
I'll make it a impact, you other cats is whack
I got what you lack, the size of a full back
The arena is jam packed, so I sports my hard hat
[talking]
What, know I'm sayin, I spit it raw baby
Regardless, Godfather, you in here
You got something to say baby
Wait a minute though, let me get this
Here off my chest, let me get this
Here off my chest
[H.A.W.K.]
These niggas hating, cause I'm young, black and educated
One of the greatest, my album is anticipated
Highly sedated, not to be manipulated
The coke awaited, cause I'm game affiliated
The streets are hectic, corners getting dissected
Drug infected, high on got me world connected
Nobody loves me, its getting ugly
Don't try to hug me, are usually what a thug be
I'm bone hard, bully of the school yard
Against the law, there permanently there is a God
Stabbed to rod, or spawn a child
Took the trial, ten year sentence with bond denial
Waited a while, and waited my turn
A lesson learned, fuck with these streets you get burned
Nobody loves me, they try to fuck me
And if you make it out here, then you lucky
[Godfather]
I murder the enemies, that come in my vicinity
Your family get used in tragedy, like the Kennedy's
Shit talker, cakes like Betty Crocker
Gun cocker, rawest thug like Sharocka
Texas gun slinger, shoot with danger finger
Good exercise, for my index finger
Gats ring, more murder than Max Pane
Me and Big H.A.W.K., in a chromed out black Range
Sharp shooter, neighborhood drug polluter
I got a quick jab, like that Kruger
Godfather, Don Datta
In H-Town, hit hard like sharper
Fuck my broad, its going to cost you
Come give me, the things you ought to
Keep two nines, like I'm a musler
Dances with wolves, like Kevin Costner
[talking]
You don't wanna fuck with me
They don't want it, H.A.W.K., Godfather
You don't wanna fuck with me
The world ain't ready, y'all ain't ready, y'all ain't ready
You don't wanna fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
[talking:]
Labb Records, Ghetto Dreams Entertainment
These niggaz don't know, Big H.A.W.K. and Jimmy D
(y'all don't know, y'all don't know
Y'all don't know, y'all don't know)
[H.A.W.K.:]
See y'all don't know, how we get do'
Sell out and resco', then go get mo'
We got drank we got dro, we got pills we got snow
And to top it all off, we got hellified flow
See y'all don't know, bout the Texas c.d.'s
Or about the DVD's, man we all about cheese
Big body V's, we got tricks up our sleeve
While y'all catching Z's, man we counting up G's
See the real can relate, cause they got they paper straight
Only broke niggaz hate, cause they can't participate
Hustlers move weight, at an astonishing rate
In the 7-1-3, man we all about cake
Y'all don't know, bout this independent game
Eight bucks a pop, and we get it all mayn
Y'all don't know, bout the money y'all missing
And the money y'all missing, H.A.W.K. damn sho getting
[Hook: x2]
See y'all don't know, (y'all don't know)
Whether rain sleet or snow, we get do'
And whatever we got, gon go
We on the grind seven days 24, y'all don't know
[Jimmy D:]
Nigga, y'all don't know (y'all don't know)
I'm in the kitchen with the work in a figga fo', trying to make my figgas grow
Watching out for espionage, and snake niggaz though
Cause y'all motherfuckers is pigs, and real niggaz close
In H-Town we do it big, see a nigga froze
Tipping on 84's, gripping on a calicoe
With some bubblicious smoke, in our optiomo
And everytime the nextel chirp, a nigga gotta roll
I don't care, if it's four a.m. I'm out the do'
Gotta get that scrilla, cause I'm bout the do'
Even if, the fucking police hot
I'ma roll like I'm legal, cause you know we spot
Switched up to moving c.d.'s, you know we hot
Soundwaves top 20, everytime we drop
You motherfuckers, take notes from a hustler
Jimmy D, trying to turn the world to my customer
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.:]
Y'all don't know, bout the Cadillac grills
And the hundred dollar bills, we spend on the wheels
Y'all don't know, bout the trunk and the bang
Bout the weed and the caine, or the price on them thangs
Y'all don't know, bout the Lone Star State
Or sipping on a eight, while you jam a Screw tape
Y'all don't know, bout the S.U.C.
L-A double B, H.A.W.K. and Jimmy D
[Jimmy D:]
Y'all don't know, about them Southside G's
And 88's with 83's, behind tint puffing trees
Y'all don't know, about them Northside killers
When you see the bull horns, put your finger on the trigga
Look y'all don't know, it's over Brook Northdale
Dino Duke or Look and Dre, yeah them all playas
Y'all don't know, bout Big H.A.W.K. and Jimbo
We d-do damage, to your fucking instrumentals
[Hook x2]
[Chorus - 2X]
I'm chilling with my broad, and you already know
And if you wanna reach me, hit me on the down low
If I don't call back, don't put on a show
When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'
[H.A.W.K.]
You know that opposites attract, and hoes choose macs
And how some girls act, when playas don't call em back
Why is that, is it cause I'm hard to ignore
The kind of man you adore, but already spoken for
Or, are you caught up in the fame
Holding your head in shame, cause you don't know my real name
Who's to blame, cause it ain't my fault
It's another lesson taught, when you fucking with H.A.W.K.
Caught up in the rapture, wasn't hard to catch you
With my heavy weight frame and my 6-4 stature
I snatched you, whatever this game planned
Wanted me to be a man, but I had other plans
It was a one night stand, now the shit hit the fan
Everytime you see a nigga, you wanna hold my hand
Girl you don't understand, that you not my type
I got a wife, and you're just my late night hype
[Chorus - 2X]
[H.A.W.K.]
Now I admit I was wrong, for leading you on
The long talks on the phone, you thought our bond was strong
But my woman's at home, so girl leave me alone
And all the plans you had for us, they been postponed
Now I ain't being rude, I'm just a type of dude
Buy you a little food, and get you into the mood
Now we're both in the nude, catching an attitude
Acting crude and shrude, and showing no gratitude
You broke all the rules, and I'm glad I peeped it
You couldn't be like Victoria, and keep this secret
You wasting your time, cause you star 69
But the cell phone I called you on, ain't even mine
It was strictly bump and grind, cause that's how I play
You said you didn't mind, so I behaved this way
It was just the other day, when you said this
And why you think I act funny, when you ask for a kiss
(you silly bitch)
[Chorus - 2X]
[H.A.W.K.]
Now you rubbing me, kissing and hugging me
Infatuated with the thug in me
You say you loving me, the situation's getting ug-ly
Got your partnas mean mugging me
Girl you bugging me, getting on my last nerve
And then you wonder why, you got kicked to the curb
You puzzled like crosswords, and asking me to choose
Either you or my wife, girl you know you'd lose
Now your ass got the blues, rich goody to-shoe
Sitting there all confused, feeling like you been used
Your privilege is world view, and now you know
Instead of knocking on your do, I'ma pass by and blow
Gotta go gotta go, gotta chill with my broad
So I toots my horn, since you been acting fraud
I hit you with the raw, and you went outrageous
Should of warned you though, that my love is contagious
[Godfather:]
When the guns clack-clack, it ain't love Fat Pat
Where them boys from the ghetto, put the South on the map
'Fore my world come to an end, I go and cop me a Benz
600, got around and get blunted
All my past enemies, they gon get hunted
Make love to my woman, she get it how she want it
Take my kids to Disney World, like I won the Superbowl
Plus I beat my court case, because a lupole
Exotic labels, always keep the fruit roll
My bulletproof block shots, like Manu Fold
You can't hit me, be in Houston like I'm Whitney
Say you like Brittany, put a knife in your kidney
Godfather run game, like the Globetrotters
I should run for President, like I'm Jimmy Carter
Over the waters, coke smuggle through the harbors
In the states we transport it, through somebody's daughter
[Hook x2:]
Before my world comes to an end, I'm going out with my men
Screwed Up Click, setting a trend
In the Lex or the Benz, steady spending the ends
Getting up with yellow bones, have 'em calling they friends
[Chris Ward:]
Before my world ends, I wanna push a pearl Benz
On 20 inch Lorenz, that spin like whirlwinds
Hugging my girlfriend, that's black and plastic
And she doesn't mind, putting these haters in caskets
Put a cheddar to cheese, and velveeta I mash quick
I came in this game, first round draft pick
Taking your bitches, making my riches
Bring snitch frostbit, so you can skate on my wrists
Pretty hoes see me pull up, in 4.6's
And that's when they get mad, wishing it was two Chris's
On tracks I'm vicious, untamed and malicious
In they face, blowing up like air bags and bubble-licious
Serving you flows, like Papa Deauxxx main dishes
Getting bonds by the tons, while the dope game switches
I make it senseless, to end up dead or in the FED
When I can spit lyrical heroin, and make bread
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.:]
You bitches pathetic, you niggaz polished synthetic
Cake mix and flour, make up your genetics
Call the paramedics, shit's about to get hectic
Fin to light up your spot, like General Electric
Dead End Texas, the mess with pitch bird
I done flooded the Suburb', with fifty featherless birds
My game blast superb, Gucci shoes and Iceberg
Since it's all about the End, I have the urge to splurge
It's lunch time, you on the bench at crunch time
And one rhyme, can hit you on the punch line
My bullets defy gravity, bust through your chest cavity
With pen point actually, I restructure your anamity
More vultures than I bury, I can cause a catastrophe
Arenas filled to capacity, and you have the adasody
How can your next to kin, be hard to apprehend
Turning corners in the Benz, my world has come to an end
[Hook x4]
[talking:]
Yo, before we leave this world playboy
We gon live it up you dig, me and Big H.A.W.K.
Under Hawk's Wings, In God's Hands Records
Godfather forever you dig, 2000 shit you know I mean
H-Town put it down, Dirty South put it in ya mouth
[talking:]
Yes, and at this time I would like to give a big
I mean a very very big round of, fuck you
To you hoe ass niggaz, out here swooping on that bitch
Afilliated playas, representing
[H.A.W.K.:]
Now real is real, and fake is fake
Just follow my guidelines, don't make the same mistakes
They say blood's thicker than water, but how thick is your blood
Is it thicker than the mud, that I'm made of
I could give ya love, would you die for me
Will you always be around, like when ya get high with me
Or could it be, that I am crazy
To be all I can be, for my worst enemy
Deceive me, 3-2 and my partna Mafio
It's so fa sho, bout to knock down the do'
Today is fold, like my baby bro
Who put the light up on me, for my high pro glow
I'm so fa sho, whether it's stage or studio
A pot of gold is for me, at the end of the rainbow
Ain't no game hoe, see I'm serious bout mine
And in 199'grind, it's my time to shine
I'm lyrically inclined, to put boys to shame
And as time passes, all y'all gon scream my name
[Hook x2:]
Man, what's happening out here
See these niggaz, putting shit up in y'all ears
We switching game, like niggaz switch gears
We on the grind, with blood sweat and tears
[Mr. 3-2:]
What's happening out here, too much capping out here I ain't having this here
It's just me my fifty caliber, and it's no man I fear
I never thought shit, would get so funny
My partna left a free world, with cocaine and money
He wasn't tripping, but you know how niggaz do
You go to jail, mentality of hoe niggaz is fuck you
They run off with your paper, and your cheese
Cash in off your profit, and play broke on the streets
The game go deep, nigga why the fuck you think I'm bulletproof
I ain't just running round here trying to cap, baby I speak the truth
Now raise the roof, when we're flossing in the dropper baby
My motto is fuck you nigga, cause God made me
And that's the only war, that I gotta answer to
Mr. 3-2, quit that bumping cause I'ma do you
From the very first time, I hear you talking down
Set an example off the top, and let you know it's H-Town nigga
[Hook x2]
[Big Steve:]
Man I feel a whoop, coming on
Times of the times, got Mafio gone
Something is telling me, leave these fools alone
So I stay high, still riding in my zone
I break bread with these niggaz, say they love me
Even though sometimes, friends wanna bust me
The old change, that I owe boys in the game
I never knew, bout these loot whores in the game
Stealing change, out the back seat of my car
Cause they know, Mafio sell big bar
In the jug or prescription, or baby jar
See me chopping up the blocks, in a foreign car
Me and my gang afilliates, we roll candy red
And that's for Fat Pat, bitch now turn your head
See I'm locked in the game, like Corleone
Nigga I ride for ya baby, till ya come home
Strapped with .45 chromes, me and 3-2
Wrecking shop with Big H.A.W.K., bitch we killing you
And I'ma leave you motherfuckers, on that note
Man what's happening out here, bitch I'm cut throat
[H.A.W.K.]
Dirty Southside, got your mouth wide open
Cross eyed all tongue tied, like you on formaldehyde
If you not qualified, I'll hit from the blind side
Lives getting crucified, we cried when Aaliyah died
It's just Southern pride, inside and outside
Never ever satisfied, until we heard worldwide
Some people done lied, told you that we countrified
Got you all buck eyed, and looking at our clean ride
If you not preoccupied, grab a seat court side
Watch the show all high, we got chicken Southern fried
Let me be your tour guide, up the South and Northside
And put the plex aside, we got the game hogg tied
Hard-core and bonefied, our ice and piece dried
Roaches get pesticide, we won't be denied
Playa I reside, on the Southside
Is where you see the drop top Bentley outside
[Hook]
What you boys know, about the Dirty South
Where we stay iced up, and pull Bentleys out
What you boys know about that Lone Star state
Where the homies slowing it, ?and the rest concade?
What you boys know, about them Texas boys
We the ones Down South, making all the noise
What you boys know, about that S.U.C.
This for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T
[H.A.W.K.]
On tracks and eight dats, I break backs and spit facts
Squash all chit-chat, and bullshit I ain't with that
I keep thangs intact, cause my goal is that
The studio's my habitat, your flow is whack can't get in that
I two-way my contact, tall stacks with Cold Jack
Like you cats can't get it back, and my ? so you rugrats
I'm doing this for Fat Pat, and for him I bring that
At first I use to slang crack, now it's two ties and slacks
All dogs and stray cats, pimps, playas and macks
Niggas down like fo' flats, with bald fades and flats
We want it all like ball brass, down here we tote gats
Our body's covered with tats, we only smoke ball bats
That's how we do it, get the stash we screw it
We arch you to it, like Nike just do it
You had a chance you blew it, so now it's my turn
If you not from round here, you boys will learn that
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.]
Southern hard hitter go-getter, never been a quitter
Hardest pit in the litter, got these haters bitter
See the way my chain glitter, this is for my real niggas
Who stack the figgas, and will pull the triggas
I'm buttoned up like silver, my name is getting bigger
I'm not your average nigga, and I'm raw like Digga
Southern flow spitter, don't mess with quitters
Or no wig splitter, and I'm giving cats the chills
What boys know, bout eggs and grits
Smashing hits, and girls I hit it with big tits
What you boys know, bout starchy jeans
And serving fiends, and moving bricks for nineteen
What you boys know, bout brand new whips
Unloading the clips, and country boys bout they chips
What you boys know, bout moving snow
I'm not just glow, in the Dirty South cats get thoed
F/ Big Pokey
(*gun shots*)
[Chorus]
War (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga)
We'll take your boys to war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga)
In these streets we raw (nigga), raw (nigga), raw (nigga)
We'll take your boys to war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga)
[H.A.W.K]
War, bullet holes in your car
Right cross to the jaw, like the southpaw
I'm bound to leave a scar, Dead End outlaw
Coldest you ever saw, rough, rugged and raw
A step above the law, but I don't gangbang
I pull out that thang, and I let bullets rain
I pack a straight aim, you fin to scream in pain
Two slugs to the brain, po' mo' in your brain
If it's war that you want, then it's war that you'll get
Talk shit you hit, and get your wig split
I hate to admit, you just a hypocrite
A slick son of a bitch, that sits and rides dick
(bitch), one false move and you bleed
(bitch), nigga you way out your league
(bitch), I got a family to feed
And don't look for me to bless you, if you sleeze
[Chorus]
[Big Pokey]
When it's war, I can go scar for scar
If a nigga turn his cheek, go jaw for jaw
Kick doors, break through bars, me I'm a murdera
Raw as me, this crock bull'll murk your street
Cop killas, make em bleed when they hit the fizeet
They gon find you kissing the street, missing your teeth
Some of these cats is playing, softball
Put that bat down, swing at a golf ball
I can get raw dog, when niggas stud up
Don't get your block knocked off, wig cut up
Kids come up missing, when it's bad blood
Somebody gon find you fishing, full of mad slugs
You'll duck that ass my heat, body bagged with tagged they feet
Gon be sad, you shouldn't of fucked with me
You know me, always keep my guards up
Cause when it's war, niggas get scarred up
[Chorus]
[H.A.W.K]
I said it I meant it, I don't have to ask the lieutenant
The super intendant, or better yet the U.S. Senate
The rules I'm bending, my soldas are definitely winning
I'm a tank like No Limit, and it ain't no gimmick
I crush the opposition, won't make no proposition
The modest of competition, and murk the politician
Y'all niggas is wishing, and falling out of position
You low on ammunition, and starting that ass kissing
AK must spray, my bullets they ricochet
They scrape your vertebrae, and have you screaming (mayday)
The General In Charge, of espi-onage
Critiques in camouflage, to catch you off guard
You're just a sarge, and your truth is fraud
I'll take away your strife, cause you cats is broads
My actions are flagrant, the rules of engagement
Are those you ain't since, lying on the pavement, it's
[Ronnie Spencer singing]
[Hook x2: Skyy]
You're the sun, you're the rain
You're the wind, beneath my wings
How can I be down, down
[H.A.W.K.:]
Are you down baby, would you be my lady
The love you gave me, only makes me crazy
Like Patrick Swayze, your ghost I will be
If I tried the situation, ever became of me
I'm your man, so peep's my game plan
As we walk through white sands, on foreign islands
It's so fancy, like Mr. Raw from tattoo
Ain't nothing in the world, I wouldn't do for you
You my baby boo, do what you want me to do
And let nature take it's course, on this rendezvous
A Caribbean cruise, a little jazz and blues
And we clutch our tongues touch, it leads to passionate moods
I have the blues, only keeps me coming
The bed springs are humming, while I'm deep sea plumbing
No matter the rules, from lost loves of the past
You reassigned relief, as if I found it at last you're my everything
[Hook x2]
[Ronnie Spencer & Skyy singing]
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.:]
(how can I be down), now that's a good question
The golden rule, is make a good first impression
Parental discretion, is most definitely advised
As I caress your breasts, and slide between your thighs
Look into your eyes, tells me you're qualified
To be my lady my lover, better yet my wife
On point precise, when I take this plunge
Then I make you cum, and have you soaking like a sponge
Your job ain't done, you must prove to me
That you're a independent woman, in this society
Don't lie to me, cause lies bring deceit
And infidelity, but only comes with a cheat
Remain discreet, don't mix the bitter with the sweet
Beware of who you meet, then it's gonna be me
The chosen one, my Nubian queen
You have earned this position, to get under H.A.W.K.'s wings are you down
[Hook x2]
[Hook:]
I'm so thoed, in the game
Southside Playaz, Screwed Up Click mayn
Southside Playaz, Screwed Up Click mayn
Southside Playas, Screwed Up Click mayn
[H.A.W.K.:]
I'm thoed in the game, which means I'm off the chain
The flow's insane, you hear me coming through your bang
You can catch me in the turning lane, in an all terrain
With my right hand, guiding the grain
Think it's a game, look at the rocks in the chain
The watch and the ring, and how your dame is watching me mayn
H.A.W.K. is the name, the leader of the Screwed Up gang
Some'ing like Wu Tang, with a Southern slang
I'm Screwed up mayn, just need to do it up mayn
And you wonder why tracks, get chewed up mayn
So boot up mayn, the time is finally here
The world premier, we bout to end a few careers
I'm the Jordan of this shit, but I'm not Michael
And most niggaz act, like they on they cycle
And most of y'all niggaz flows, are recycled
S.U.C., we coming for the title we thoed
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
When the Don explodes, and unloads it's murder G
Original S.U.C., you rookies it's Don Ke
I bust my glock, till it pops and empty
And shatter your crew, if they test and tempt me
It's Screwed Up Click, monster flow is in me
And tell the whole world, Robert Earl just sent me
Cause I been thoed, with the rhyme
I sold a half a million records nigga, I ain't lying
Southside Playa, catch me macking on a dime
Some say the Don, the greatest of all time
Blow another dro sack, seats in the Lac back
Chop it if it's Fat Pat, smack gon get your hat cracked yeah
I'm getting blowed, on thangs
Let the kush burn, while I'm turning in your lane
I let the Rover Range, I'm hustling and getting change
Texas living legends, we thoed off in the game the game
[Hook x2]
[Big Pokey:]
I'm young black and grown, bad to the bone
7-60 from the rims, shop shagging it home
That nigga Dina in a zone, they better leave me alone
I'm the real deal authentic, a nigga can't clone
I'm a Southside Playa, Screwed Up Click mayn
With a sick spit game, cause a nigga spit caine mayn
I spit flames, like a human with a dragon head
S.U.C. taking over, on a mash for bread
Thoed in the game, driver seat holding the grain
They recite my verses word for word, holding they brain
I'm the gorilla that's untamed, still off the chain
Still spit it off the brain, I'm making em seeing my pain
Ain't nothing changed, still a ape on the track
Mob boss Sensei, got the state on my back
Hardest Pit hit em, make em fold like a stack
Ready for whatever, I'ma roll like a Lac
[Hook x2]
[C-Note:]
C-Note quote unquote, but I'm still top billing
On the streets I made a killing, in this rap I made a million
Stacking cash to the ceiling, got my name from drug dealing
On the block niggaz chilling, but it's caps that they be pealing
It's Screwed Up Click, you get screwed up quick
Get your ass mixed up, in some screwed up shit
But I blew up quick, though I lost a few homies
R.I.P. to my niggaz, but I'm dissing all the fonies
I'ma ride for you Screw, I'ma ride for you Pat
I'ma ride for you Gator, lay them niggaz on they back
Lay them niggaz out flat, still squash the chit-chat
Still beat em with the bat, still breathing with the gat
Lil' niggaz picture that, tell them niggaz it's a wrap
Tell them niggaz it's a trap, hit them niggaz with the straps
They'll never make it out alive, will survive
Chunk the deuce for my side, let the wood wheel guide uh
[Small Boy:]
I'm blessed with skills, and marvelous
And them daughters, fathers, mothers
This is something I give to you, from my soul
And it goes
[Hook: Small Boy]
This one's for my people, around the way
To all the ones, who keep it player made
For staying down, with H-A-W-K
May you thought, keep it real
Dirty South, for my G's
The haters, run up in the streets
You're the ones, that ride or die for me
[H.A.W.K.:]
To the real, who been down since day one
The ones that know H.A.W.K., but also know John
To my mom's, you mean the world to me
And you are the roots, to our family tree
Tina, Paula and me and P-A-T
You gave us all, L-I-F-E
I thank God for you, and all that you do
And I'm gon make sure, all your dreams come true
We had some rough times, no lights no gas
Days without cash, that's the reason I mash
We gon have the last laugh, I promise you that
I put that on Pat, cause I promised him that
To my sisters Tina, Paula, Monique
With y'all support, I will reach my peak
And last but not least, there's Fat Patrick and Leash
And my son Todd, they make me complete
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
To all my real cats, who grew up with me and Pat
Y'all showed me love, now I'm giving it back
Al and Ron-G, Stick to Kiwi
T-O-B-E, and 3-8 and D
My peeps at A.G., Smooth and Big D
Wild Child and 3, Duke and Jimmy D
Them boys off Botany, Lil' Ke and Pokey
Clay-Doe and Mike D, Paul and Big E
Hill and Country, Z-Ro and Big T
My nigga Sean P, and my dog Tim G
The whole S.U.C., is my family
And both of them, K-Y-L-E
R-A-B-B, M-A-R-V
And of course I can't forget, F-U-Z-Z
The Hubert Family, stay strong for Pee-Wee
Cool and the Gang, up there and Jamie
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
To Godfather and Dre, them boys from the Tre
Lil' Black and Shaunte, N.O. and Kay-K
L, Snoop and Rod, my boy Chris Ward
My boys from the 4, you know they go hard
Larro and Stank, and my nigga Crank
And them Riggs brothers, they gone off the drank
Paulette and B, Mig and Nickey
Billy and that T, thay play spades with me
Devany told me, you boys my homie
Cause a real nigga, don't mess with fonies
To my niggaz on lock, what's up Pop and Rock
Chad, Dez and 3rd them boys from my block
To the Blount brothers, man I feel your pain
What happened to Big George, was a god damn shame
H.A.W.K. doing his thang, I'm focused man
And lost but not least, this one's for my fans
[Hook]
[talking:]
Yeah T-Bone (Pablo, Mama Lou)
All them yeah, (Den Den) Dominique (Black Trump)
[Small Boy:]
I'm blessed with skills, and marvelous
And them daughters, fathers, mothers
This is something, I give to you from my soul
And it goes
[Hook]
[talking:]
And for those I forgot, no hard feelings baby
These niggas scared
These niggas scared
[Hook x2]
These niggas scared (yeah)
They scared (yeah), they scared (yeah)
They scared (whoa)
[H.A.W.K]
Scared of the vocab, scared to give me dap
Scared to pull up, on side of my slab
Scared of this hard nigga, scared to pull a trigger
I'm already big, so they scared I'll get bigger
Scared cause I'm dedicated, and the fact that I'm motivated
For those who playa hated, compliments are appreciated
Your character's animated, to me you second rated
To uncoordinated, and highly over rated
I'm game affiliated, you hang with nerds
You scared of my delivery, and the use of words
I'm the shit you a terd, got action in verbs
But you won't get served, unless you know the password
They scared of the way, that I collect my funds
They scared of the way, that I bust my guns
They scared, cause I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
They scared cause H.A.W.K won't bite his tongue
[Hook x4]
[Lil O]
They scared of the upper cuts, they man with puppy nuts
Niggas with periods, playing games like dubble dutch
And don't get your bubble bust, you scared of the heat
When a wolf go to war, he never spare the sheep
Its harder like this, kidnap your daughters and kids
Find the names of the snitches, hit where all of em live
Write his name on a bullet, cause all of em his
That fill em up like a pencil, its all in a bitch
You scared of the wall, scared to get hit by the four
If I make a call, your body parts hitting the floor
I keep my money in the ceiling, and a brick in the wall
I slap the teeth out your mouth, and stick dick to your heart
How could you disregard, boy I hit too hard
Like I won't mask up, and get with you boys
Think I won't send my bud to your house, to get you broads
Hooked up with some big guns, that rip through doors, they scared
[Hook x4]
[H.A.W.K]
Scared of the police, scared of a mouthpiece
Scared cause my 16's, are hotter than fish cream
Scared cause I showcase, when I rap over hard days
Scared cause I'm the bomb, and I'm ready to detonate
Scared cause I bring pain, reminiscing to who sang
Just add propane, and I spit orange flames
It ain't no game, I shield my rings
No talking when I aim, a guerilla that's untamed
Scared cause I'm the best, scared to contest
Scared cause my lyrics, are harder than spanish tests
I'm blessed with success, my skills are progressed
And my thing in process, leave the weak minded under stress
I strongly suggest, you change your address
Pack up and head west, or settle for second best
I must confess, I'm hard to digest
Gun in my armrest, for easy access, they scared
[Hook x4]
These niggas scared
These niggas scared
These niggas scared
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' O (H.A.W.K)]
Hey nigga that's me (that's me)
I stay underground so I can shine and stack G'z (stack G'z)
these coward ass niggas ain't got the heart to jack me (jack me)
and when it to guns nigga I pack three (pack three)
nigga that's me (that's me)
[Lil O]
Hey I live la vida loca (yeah)
Slanging coca (yeah)
Stay out on Barre and in and out the Cold House (for real)
They say stop hustlin' but I don't know how (I can't)
I'm trying to get the six big body chromed out (uh-huh)
Cause I want more bitches than a damn hoe house (come here)
Hop out the limo with two broads like whoa now! (whoa!)
Fat rat with the cheese man he off the hook (uh-huh)
When you see the fat rat man you stop and look (uh-huh)
You need work call fat rat he got them books (uh-huh)
You better not try to jack fat rat got them crooks (uh-uh)
That be knockin' on a nigga door (nigga door)
And make them suckers feel the pain like the figure four (bitch!)
In two thousand I ain't playing with these nigga roes (yeah)
All these haters gone start respecting little O (what!)
I'm a gorilla (yeah)
That's untamed (what)
I let my guns flame (booa!)
And bust fifty shots through land and wood grain
[Mike D]
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga that's me! (That Mike D!)
On the trill you dummies!
Froze up the whole block on dots and a hummy
Young mommies want a hog that ain't cuffing the puttee
They want a jigga with figures sittin' swole with them goodies
So follow me now to the land of the brick lick hitters
Go getters and wig splitters and a little game that gives shivers
Playboy how you figure you can step to a hog
Let off a hundred rounds drums punishing you and yo dogs
My platoon issue wounds that don't heal up
Nigga when the Mack-9 reel up you better throw your shield up
We dope runners and cake runners
All out big head hunters three glots and sixin it off the chain young stunners
Better slow down lil daddy before you fuck around and get pegged
Run you off like a scared dog with your tail between your legs
Wanna be a baller when this G-shit go down
This my time when I clown that yo click out in one rhyme
[Chorus x2]
[H.A.W.K]
I'm a outlaw (outlaw)
I'll bring it to you raw
Southpaw (southpaw) bone knuckles to the jaw
Above the law and all military forces
A hustler run the block like obstacle courses
I stand taller than Sasquatch
Rolex my wrist watch
And when the gloat cock it's strictly head shots
If a nigga got beef I knock out teeth
Steal you like a thief make the asswhippin' brief
Bring your family grief if the situation is getting sticky
My trigger fingers itchy cause my business is risky
You better not miss me (don't miss me)
Or you ass is history (Bye-bye!)
Yella tape the lot on an unsolved mystery
I can't deny pull more stunts than fog eye
Snitch and you'll die like bacon you will fry
My alibi "I wasen't even on the scene"
But bullet shells left a trail from the M-16
[Chris Ward]
I'm one of the ones (that's me)
That's an usual suspect
A thug that hang on an infested drug set
And stack chips, stay strap and pack clips
With hollow tips that will make you niggas do backflips
And If we go toe to toe I'll break your jaw
In three or four places like I break the law
Ghetto dope man yellow stone smokes man
Got killers and dealers on my team from here to Oakland
That's movin' more powder than Johnson and Johnson
I'm a death wish to niggas just like Charles Bronson
I'm uncut and lethal like LSD
Cocaine mixed with acid and PCP
Rap game assassin
If I raise I blast and bury niggas six feet deep in the grass
So if anybody ask
Tell Chris Ward is dangerous
For the fact my profile is mob style and gangsterous
[Chrous x2]
[Lil' O (talking)]
Nigga that me nigga
I'm tired of playin games nigga
We gon sperate the the monkey from the gorillas
The cowards from the killers
The roach niggas from the go getters bout they scrilla
The fake niggas gon hate us but the thugs gone feel us man
You boys gone respect this and remember you ain't got to like it nigga
But you gon respect it nigga
Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it nigga
So if we don't fuck with you nigga don't ask why we don't fuck with you nigga
Get on your fuckin' note nigga
We puttin it down the way it's supose to go down nigga
Don't ask why we don't come around nigga
We ain't friendly nigga we ain't ya motherfuckin friend man
We trying to get this paper nigga
You out here playin games
You do what you supose to be doin
I'ma do what I'm supose to do what I'm suposed to be doin' nigga
That's for real nigga
That from the Fat Rat with the cheese that's gonna anwser all your questions
Why we ain't called you and why we ain't fuckin' with you nigga
HOOK (4x):
Im on that other shit
Spit it for my brotha shit
Hard core gutter shit
Duck-tape and smother shit
VERSE:
I’m on dat other shit
That duck-tape and smother shit
That sex with no rubber shit
That fuck but don’t luv her shit
I’m on that other shit Man
U feel what I’m sayin
I’m pushin a lex van the same color as sand
(I’m on that other shit)
I’m n Sean John like Puff
I spit rugged and rough
So don’t call my bluff
Yo flow is cream puff
It aint hard enough
Continue to huff and puff and I’m gon show my stuff
(I’m on that other shit)
The flow is ferocious
Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious
Mo’ cream than Hostess
Won’t lose my focus
Why u screamin paid u know u the brokest
(I’m on that other shit)
Yeah I done changed labels
Same horse different stable
Puttin food on the table
In this camp I’m champ
I hit a beat up amp
I spit shit that clamps
And give the track a cramp
HOOK (4x)
VERSE:
Like Ja I rule
Plus I’m so old school
I’m already on fire and u gon add to the fuel
All the bitches drool
When I’m pullin up
In Cadillac trucks
Roof popped up sittin on buck
I’m not givin a fuck
The lot is shut down
And my rims 23 inches off the ground
Lyrically I clown usin verbs and nouns
Pound for pound
HAWK is the best around
(I’m on that other shit)
I’m cold blooded and raw
One swing breaks jaw
Have u eatin out a straw
Dead end outlaw
Shred tracks like coleslaw
The best u ever saw
Ask ya maw and paw
(I’m on that other shit)
Fulfilling a ghetto dream
It’s in my blood stream
I must reign supreme
I make rappers sing
And lower their self-esteem
I spit hotter than steam
Anoint me the king
(I’m on that other shit)
If I’m lyin I’m dyin
I pull out that iron and commence to fire'n
(I’m on that other shit)
Been thuggin since my youth
My lifestyle is proof
That I am the truth
HOOK (4x)
'cause I’m thowed wit word play
Like Jordan’s fade away it's anytime any day
Most people say
That they my protégé
And try to portrait
The H-A-W-K
I try to break away
Like Kunta Kentay
My bullets they ricochet
Mayday Mayday
(I’m on that other shit)
So don’t try to mock me
I’m 6-4 and stocky
My attitude is cocky
Most niggas jock me
But that doesn’t shock me
My heart’s bigger than Rocky
And they flow is sloppy
(I’m on that other shit)
I refuse to lose
Been used and abused
But still paid my dues
(I’m on that other shit)
That shish, burn deep cover shit
That bring tears to yo mother shit
That in the benz burnin rubber shit
That Mel Gibson, Danny Glover shit
I’m on dat other shit
[Hook x2:]
Now all my playas, throw your roley's in the air
All my hoes, go on shake your darrier
(if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad
Somebody say, oh yeah)
[Chris Ward:]
I'm in a GS-4 double O, sitting low
Me and Po-Yo, blowing on hydro
Pulled up slow, next to the 4-6 Range
Jumped out with H.A.W.K., and started flashing big change
Check us out baby, the glistening chains
The wrist and the rings, and listen to the hits that we sing
We spit game, like snakes spit venom
We're in Guess that's denim, with heavy starch in em
Fat faces we spend em, when we step in the club
We don't trick on no boppers, yet you still get love
Y'all know Chris Ward, got them jazzy hoes
Classy hoes, nasty and sassy hoes
That pay me well, from H-Town to ATL
They push them bubble eye Jaguars, and grey V-12's
So for that playas, throw your roley's in the air
And all my down hoes, go on shake your darrier
[Hook x2:]
All my playas, throw your roley's in the air
All my hoes, go on shake your darrier
(if it's fa sho and you know, you gon leave with a hoe
Somebody say, oh yeah)
[H.A.W.K.:]
Now all you young tenders, it's time y'all surrender
To this heavyweight contender, top knotch big spender
Whatever club I enter, I'm a sight to see
And ooh-wee, all the girls be jocking me
They flocking me they watching me, now watch and see
At a quarter to three, I'ma break em off properly
The boppers be, wanting to talk
Peeping my walk, and whispering (ooh girl that's H.A.W.K.)
And sexual thoughts, start running through they head
Is he good in bed, sizing up my third leg
Remember Keisha said, (that boy was throwed)
Cause she came befo', she took off her clothes
Spit dangerous flow, my neck and wrists are froze
And everybody knows, what H.A.W.K. say goes
I'm blowing optimoes, in the VIP
With Chris Ward, Mike D and F-L-I-P
[Hook x2:]
All my playas, throw your roley's in the air
All my hoes, go on shake your darrier
(if you ain't giving up no ass, unless they got cash
Somebody say, oh yeah)
[Mike D:]
We some certified dome checkers, stage wreckers
Flossing through the club, like known goodfellas
For cheddar we spit letters, like true go-getters
Locked and loaded like barettas, it don't get no better
Po'ing up to a toe up, rip the stage when we show up
Laf-Tex and Dead End, got this rap game so'd up
See that Benz on twins, crawling like a spider
Flashing off dividends, pulling all-nighters
Make your broad bounce that ass, say bro we off the chain
Bringing the pain, what's my motherfucking name
Mike D, known to drive you crazy
Step in the club, and snatch your lady
Roley on my arm, twirl like a whirlwind
Them 20's dipped in platinum, when the wide body spin
We worldwide game spitters, and y'all can't win
Stacking ends setting trends, let the games begin
[Hook x2:]
Now all my playas, throw your roley's in the air
All my hoes, go on shake your darrier
(if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad
Somebody say, oh yeah)
[Lil' Flip:]
I got Rolex baguettes, princess cuts
You might see me, pimping sluts
I'm looking great, in VIP
Your watch ain't shit, you should see my teeth
I love to shine, like pine-o-pine
You got clothes in your closet, but they not like mine
I'm Lil' Flip, and I make mo' do'
And I just might, take your hoe
[Big Pokey:]
Whoadie done jumped out, I stayed in the lick
Watching the DVD's, big body with the three t.v.'s
Mashed on his enemies, but she a tease
And in two mo' weeks, she goin back overseas
Flashing cheese, and it was on
I'm in valet getting dome, on the phone with Corleone
BC passed by, I threw up the 'Stone
Kicked the trap out my ride, with a mouth full of funk
Get gone, beat your feet kick rocks
Baby you know how it go, cause we pack big glocks
Hard knocks don't stop, won't stop
And won't squit baby, we the shit
Up in club mixed it up, throwing the roley baby
Iced out, straight out the fo'ty
Bitch, you know that hoe
As a click we gon show that, big ol' crib with the flo' mat
[talking:]
[Big Moe & Mike singing]
[H.A.W.K.]
One puff two puffs, I'm hooked like handcuffs
A thrush and a head rush, says that I've had enough
I'm sprung hear it comes, down a pathway through my lungs
A cloud of cluddered smoke, blends with my oxygen
The one human being, can't give me this satisfaction
Your centrifugal force, causes a chain reaction
The strategy you use, is addictive to many
One of you is not enough, I need five or twenty
I smoke plenty, menage tois with cigars
Wrapping weed like cigars, puts my mind on bars
Cut it down the middle, split it like the Red Sea
Show love filled with buds, fresh off the ganja tree
I'm on optimoes, force feeding you these flows
The aroma of marijuana, hits like Tyson blows
Boat loads of do-do, I'm in Akapoko
Tooty and fool coo-coo, but I'm going loco I'm blowed
[Hook: Breeze]
Just roll up a blunt, and you know we gonna get high
Some killa weed, 24/7 3-65
Roll up a blunt yeah, and you know we gonna get high
Some killa weed, just to keep you satisfied
[Big Pokey]
Dump me in and close the do', let's take some pressure off ya brain
We three deep up on this thang, me and you and Mary Jane
From a bud to a grain, propane to a flame
Inhaling this octane, getting wet from all this rain
Everything is everything, I'm a certified choker
Light green smoker, put the heat to the ocra
Drop the three in the Fruitopia, we on cruise control
Or take 'em straight to the dome, cause it sooths the soul
I'm a puff-puff passer, doja square crasher
Getting my high to the sky, like a rocket out of NASA
Like players with asthma, bronchitis and ecetra
As for me I'm a tree, till you see red in my retna
Gone off Long and-a, this fire I'm loving
Massive puffing, chiefing smoking like a broke oven
Plus this sack I'm juggling, got us high as a kite
Cigarella's full of flight, what a hell of a night it's going down
[Hook]
[singing]
[H.A.W.K.]
Everything's splendid, the weed is heavenly scented
Puff-puff pass, is highly recommended
Till massage the brain, relieve migranes
And keep Sensei calm, when he's off the chain
You must maintain, and try to keep your composure
Whether hydro or cess, or some potent doja
Let me expose ya, to the pride of the front
Empty out the cigars, and just roll up a blunt roll it
[Hook]
[Scooby:]
Don't speak, if you don't think you can back it up
Cause us real niggaz ready, we done had enough
Couple raps in, now but y'all ain't adding up
Quit gassing em up, who his ass ain't tough
[H.A.W.K.:]
The streets out there that's talking shit, niggaz out there that's riding dick
Talking down on the Screwed Up Click, they must don't know who they fucking with
Five star general of the S.U.C., want my click gotta go through me
Go through Ke and Mike D, then you gotta go through Big Pokey
Who a nigga know as hard as me, who a nigga know is smart as me
Niggaz wanna know how hard is he, I'm hard as the boss more ravage D
Get your ass in like a rod and real, hardest nigga out there with no deal
Crawling through niggaz like a snow mobile, and I make shit that the real can feel
Now all you niggaz know, that I got hella flow
And I got hella do', and where that came from I got a whole lot mo'
It's time to settle the sco', for those who claiming best
Y'all niggaz can place your bets, cause the best rest in your T-E-X
So who's got next, step to the booth
I smash em one at a time, or I'll just smash the whole group
Big H.A.W.K. done flew the coupe, so what's y'all talking bout
H-A-Dub-K, I'm calling niggaz out
[Hook: Scooby]
Don't speak, if you don't think you can back it up
Cause us real niggaz ready, we done had enough
Couple raps in, now but y'all ain't adding up
Quit gassing em up, who his ass ain't tough
Let's get it on mayn, let's get it on hey
Let's get it on mayn, gotta get my money long
Let's get it on mayn, let's get it on hey
Let's get it on, I'm a hustler I ain't coming home
[Paul Wall:]
I got big money big cars, big chains and big glocks
Playboy bunnies in cuts or bar, I'm holding grain in candy drops
Counting stacks and bleeding blocks, when the boys talk down and they hate
But I'm not too concerned with them fools, I'm trying to get my paper straight
I'm all real but they all fake, all talk all hype
All games but not a playa, they all bark but no bite
They throw the South with all they might, me I'm not the plexing type
But I'm no punk bitch no not quite, I'm pieced up and I bar no fight
They chatter boxers, steady talking down on real G's
But keep it cool just like the breeze, playa like me about that cheese
Plenty noise my actions speak, this gangsta team is so elite
I'm representing that Swishahouse, and all haters can kiss the cheek
All haters can kill theyself, if you don't like me then come and fight me
Put him in check just like some Nikes, and whoop that ass so-so politely
If you can't walk the walk, then really it ain't no need to talk
Let's get it on and we'll break you off, it's Paul Wall and Big H.A.W.K.
[Hook]
[Slim Thug:]
These boys be talking reckless, like they be running Texas
Cause they done got a set of rims, and a diamond necklace
That got em feeling swoll, and got em feeling cold
Live with they mamas, but swear they ball out of control
Got some radio play, and a song that people like
You done it my nigga, now let me see ya do it twice
And again and again, for ten years win
What you gon do, when you show Thug what you spin
And they drop in a Benz, your body style old
I got long jevity in the game, cause my game thoed
I'm the Boss of the South, and I can back it up
And I'll ride on you haters, if you acting up
I been stacking up, since I was 17
Been in the city, in every car that you think clean
And I'm still getting green, my checks ain't stopped yet
So when you see the Boss, show the Boss some respect
[Hook:]
Pimping, ain't a thang to me
That's why, I keep it in the family
Pass it to the homies, then pass it to me
That just the way, it's suppose to be
[H.A.W.K.:]
P-I-M-P-ologist
Now follow this, slurp it up and swallow it
Now take the dick, and tongue kiss the other bitch
Menage tois, man they love this shit
Rule one, you gotta make the hoe
Break the hoe, and learn how to shake the hoe
But make the do', bitch who you working fo'
H-A-Dub-K, the one who run the show
So now you know, get down on bended knee
Count to three, and suck it till I start to pee
Ooh-wee, I'm about to cum
I'm having fun, now go on give me partna some
Break em off, your underwear I take em off
And the motherfuckers hating, go on shake em off
Don't take a loss, or you'll have to listen to me
With a backhand, S-L-A-P
[Hook x2]
[Scooby:]
Vroom, hopping out Ferarri cars
I pimp 'vard, and I hit barbie dolls
You kidding broad, I ain't in a gallon house
I'ma drop you chickens, like a album H.A.W.K.
Look, why should I like a chick
When I can get do', and ice my wrist
Trifling trick, I ain't wifing shit
Cause I don't fuck around, with that type of shit
I'm Scoo-Young, you don't want your bitch in the mix
Cause if Scoo-Young done that, she gon hit in the mix
You know if I get, she gon get the dick
And I don't share do', you get's nothing trick
I'm pimping, hoes be loving me
The Jag on dubs, and it's bubbly
When I'm on stage, I be touching me
Your tongue action, I love to see let's go
[Hook x2]
[Jim Deezy:]
Hit the slut, then pass the slut
We all know, she a nasty slut
You could fuck, just ask the slut
Hell bring your click, and mash the slut
She like to touch on her toes, suck on hoes
Follow the shows, and fuck on the road
Behind tint, she fuck in the load
She like to clutch on buck, suck on nuts
If I give her the word, she'll bloody your tux
Dig a ditch, and muddy you up
After you, then paint the fuck
Cause my bitch, ain't afraid to bust what
[Hook x2]
[talking:]
Now see the moral of the story is, don't sweat these hoes
They can fuck, they can suck
But they ain't getting a god damn thang, from Mr. Way baby
H.A.W.K., I know you a pimp motherfucker
Scooby, you's a big pimp man
Jimmy D, don't let me get on your ass nigga we pimping
[Verse 1:]
Clientele increasing swiftly, from a G to a ki
Living millionaires dream, that my eyes can see
Dead End we leave you blinded, I'm erasing these boys
Cause I'm a self made nigga, playing with automatic toys
Living lavish is a habit, currency 'cross the ocean
H-A-Dub-K and Dead End B.G.'s, a deadly potion
Only time'll tell, the platinum records we grabbing it
Two kilos in my cabinet, lyrically we ain't having it
Don't give a fuck about haters, and all the hell that I run from
Make money's my national anthem, a lyrical temper tantrum
Straight balling no dope cases, leave bills with inflated faces
We G's we on the rise, for moving round to vacant spaces
[Hook: x2]
Only time will tell, lace your game and don't slack up
Ride till I die, if I fall get right back up
Living lavish is a habit, pumping strictly for the cabbage
Making music's where we headed, thinking thoed and trying to have it
[Verse 2:]
My back against the wall, I ain't got shit to lose
Is it greed or green, that keep me making these moves
Hit the block with precision, and chop it up like confetti
I go to the extreme, to keep my pockets laced with feddy
Hard times got a young nigga currency chasing
Cause only time will tell, if twenty to life is what I'm facing
On these drug infested streets, I had to hustle and grind
It just took a lil' time, for me to bubble up and shine
Drought season, got a motherfucker clutching this nine
It itching with hollow tips, to rupture a nigga spine
It ain't hard to see, that we done hopped on the grind
The Dead End baby gangsta, gon leave all you bitches blind
[Verse 3:]
Situations get sticky, me and haters go heads up
My niggaz get bruised up, so my glock done cocked up
Pumping strictly for cabbage, I got birds flying in my attic
Pots boiling like acid, it's time to whoop up some magic
Heads turning like wheels, when we hit the intersection
B.G. wrecking your ears, cause we screaming Dead End Texas
Or looking like mouth ailing, records sales are sailing
Lyrical smoke got me inhaling, masterplan investments
My road to riches is where I'm headed, mix fast to stack my feddy
Boy time tellers we ain't ready, earth calm down we done left it painted
Ask Lil' Kay it's a must, to live ghetto fabulous
Dead End B.G.'s we dangerous, a whole damn mob couldn't fuck with us
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.:]
Thinking thoed trying to have it, pumping hard for my cabbage
Living lavish is a habit, Dead End savage trying to grab it
Gotta smash these 48 bars, got choose by superstars
Wearing fatigues to camoflauge ain't no stopping my enterouge
Seek to charge and get the do', I want all to hit the flo'
Step to this square if you want some mo', better beware of this danger flow
With my toll mo' money mo', take the war like G.I. Joe
Yeah I might be a asshole, fuck with our cash flow
Use my mic's to make the scrill, caps got peeled blood got spilled
On that chase for big pay bills, sitting higher than a hill
[talking]
If you on your marks, sound your sirens
Yeah, you know how we do, Big H.A.W.K
Grit, Game Face let's go
[Hook]
On your mark set, ready go
This is for them boys, that be getting do'
All my dogs, that know where them dollas at
Every playa everywhere, if you with me then holla back
On your mark set, ready go
This is for them girls, that be getting do'
All my broads, that know where them dollas at
Every lady everywhere, if you with me then holla back
[Poppy & (Scooby)]
They sick them boys (he said), at the sound of the gun
(start running get low), cause them Grit Boyz coming
(who's that) me Pop, P.T. and Scoo'young
(catch us coasting through your block, in a blue Yukon)
And we so Grit-tastic, (cock the shit massive)
(we them dirty bastards), making them hit chapters
That's why your chick's after us, (we keep heat on them boys)
And stay soaring (we keep heat on them boys), like A. Mourning
(most niggaz, gotta brag about that shine to sell)
We like Puff nigga, we don't need shine to sell
(get that) if you ain't after the do', (back-back back-back)
This for my folk (all across the world, that get stacks)
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.]
On your mark set, ready go
H.A.W.K. and them Girt Boyz, blowing up like C-4
Out here chasing the do', and spitting felony flow
Moving blocks of snow, like Johnny Depp on Blow
Fuck chasing the cat, we bout chasing a stack
Crack weed or stracks, if you want it then holla back
The truck is Cadillac, and I'm sitting on chrome
And I don't associate, if your money ain't long
Got halves quarters and zones, my pockets are full grown
Here on the block at ten, by eleven they gone
Got my game face on, and that's a motherfucking fact
And if you like this track, Pretty Todd did that
[Hook]
[Pretty Todd & (Unique)]
Now when you speak about Grit, (say cuz you need to think about hits)
We rock hard, like streets and bricks
And when you think about boys, (I'm a nigga that'll sleep with your bitch)
And when you stay (in the streets with the chips), it gets deeper than this
A lot of niggaz, try to eat with the clit
(and gossip, like they be in the mix), and that's bullshit
(if you ain't out there, collecting the do')
Say homes you'll get checked like a hoe, (that ain't bullshit)
(this for my peeps that's deep in the streets)
This for my peeps that eat from the streets
(this for my peeps that's keeping the heat), this for my peeps
(that follow the dolla) and never ever sleep in the streets, they on they mark
[Hook]
[talking]
I know them Texas boys and girls been on they mark
What's up Louisiana, I see y'all boys and girls
Out there on y'all marks too, Mississippi, Alabama
Florida, Georgia, Tennessee, Oklahoma, North Carolina
South Carolina, Virginia, the whole Dirty South on they marks
What's up Midwest, Kansas City, y'all boys better stay
On y'all mark, you know how we do, Big H.A.W.K.
F/ Lil' O
(*Talking*)
Southside, H.A.W.K.
Throw them hands up
[H.A.W.K.]
I'm a H-Town nigga, representing Southside
Sitting on chrome, and my body frame wide
Wood block guy, sitting on buck eyed
See a pair of thick thighs, ask her do you wanna ride
Of course she do, so she jumped right in
Cause it's her first time, even sitting in a Benz
Five hundred series, with the light blue lens
And you can hear the wind, whenever the rims spin
Sitting in my low, and we watching TV
She said ain't you Big H.A.W.K., from the S.U.C.
Of course it's me, can't you 20-20 see
And plus the vision from my chain, had your vision blurry
I could tell by her eye, she was captured by the fame
Said she loved it, just spell my name
She was on dang-a-lang, cause I could rap and I could sing
And I could tell she was lame, to this grown man's game
[Hook: H.A.W.K. & (Lil' O) - 2x]
Here's a little something for the boppers in the club (yeah)
All my real thugs, pulling up on dubs (yeah)
Throw your hands up, show a real nigga love
(nigga) nigga what (nigga) nigga what (nigga) nigga what (nigga what)
[H.A.W.K.]
Dead End ringleader, and I'm calling the shots
Use to push crack rock, till I hit the jackpot
Hidden in a stash spot, got the 4-4 cocked
Me and Jack we a team, like Captain Kirk and Spock
I'm a former quarter sacker, ran with car jackers
Now a rapper turned actor, but still a pistol packer
Don't work for the cracker, unless it's for mills
Cause I'm funky than I'm fired, won't pay my bills
Showing skills make mills, with the lyrics I spill
And I'd be in jail, if looks could kill
Cause I love to make do', love to spit flows
Whether rain sleet or snow, like Black Rob on Whoa
Ten G's a show, if you ask for promo
What's up Big H.A.W.K., well the answer is no
Gotta go gotta go, cause it's crunk in the club
Got everybody screaming, nigga what nigga what
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
Now it's the last verse, so it's a must I wreck
For my day one niggaz, on them grey cassettes
Cause I'm far from a rookie, I'm a certified vet
And I ain't even broke a sweat, cause I ain't finished yet
Even got all the haters, jumping all up on it
And everytime you see me, it's a Kodak moment
Now sticks and stones, won't break my bones
And since Fat Pat gone, I'm gon add to the throne
I'm the General in charge, so call me sire
And after this plateau, it don't get no higher
I spit rapid fire, and I don't misfire
A lyrical high wire, hotter than a blow dryer
As I start to perspire, from this verbal assault
My career will catapult, and it ain't my fault
I'm too hard to swalla, and too big to over look
And the best way to end this, is with the hook
[Hook]
Million dollar block
Spot is hot, but we gon mash to the top
These FED's gon watch
The cash don't spot, million dollar block
[H.A.W.K.]
On my block my spot, is hotter than Arizona
Infested with marijuana, hustlers on every corner
I sit in the sauna, like the boat in the beach
Four hundred snails cut cudicals, as I sip pharmicutical
Got me twelve funds, along with stocks and bonds
And for the cash baby, even got a green thumb
Fee-fi-fo-fum, like Jack and the bean stock
I'm passing four raw, with sixty open some vaults
I paid the cost, a certified Mafia boss
And over a quarter a million dollas, is my annual gross
Popping bottles of Andre, Castle and Ligante
On page like picante, feed me on me entree
It's my way like Usher, got connections in Russia
Try to stop my shine, my troops'll bum rush ya
F-E-D's on the watch, all eyes on me
Ain't nothing they can do, but legalize currency
[Hook x2]
[Lil' O]
I'm in a drop top Benz, yelling motherfuck friends
Cause now I'm strictly pussy, family and dividends
Finally made it off the block, streets swallowed us G's
God's hopped out of me, had to swallow my cheese
But the next day I was grinding, got the balling disease
I had a dream I was a Don, U-Hauling these ki's
Yelling Southwest, Braeswood
And y'all know, 8900 pay good
I went from a block bleeder, to a Interstate skater
A fifty pack scorer, to a heavy weighter a cookie baker
And nigga, I ain't ask I took my paper
Cause fool I ain't a rookie in these streets, I pull capers
Cause now we ball till we fall, drink Cristal
Ghetto superstars, stay knocking off the mall
Hundred thousand dollar cars, on twenty inches
We million dollar boys, man you niggaz penny pitchers
[talking]
Million dollar block, there's one in every city
State and ghetto near you, all you have to do
Is take care of your business, you know they watching you
Stay on top of your game, and stay away from these
Hating ass niggaz, keep it real and your do will grow, you feel me
[Hook x2]
[D-Gotti]
Marvin Gators and blocks, eat gators and steaks on papers
As I climb the elevator, housing and the ten acres
Yeah the paper it grew, caused mo' up's than blue
36 to 52, now I'm Gucci to the shoe
And who new, I prescribe more narcotics than mayors
Wanted dead or alive, got one 4-5 on my head
And these FED's, got my block hotter than fire
But off the flo', just knocked me a Benz two-tou'
They gon stop and say why, 23 tire fleece
And I don't lease nothing baby, think half of what you see
Fuck a ki', I'm cutting my time by the pound
Stepping out in Devinci, with my broad in 'Sacci gowns
Watch out now, we sipping champagne in campaigns
Chit-chatting bout new names, and new schemes for cocaine
Mo' pain, I'm staining the scene chasing the green
Through my million dollar block, dreams done turned reality
[Hook]
We gon make, you niggaz feel this
Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists
Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit
So listen to this real shit
[H.A.W.K.]
I'ma make 'em feel it, like you feel the holy spirit
When you hear it you fear it, and your mind can't clear it
You hear it, now bob your head
You heard what I said, get wild like a bull seeing red
Why you acting like you scared, throw your hands in the air
And shake your derriere, for this Southside playa
Beware, of the lyric content
Cause shit is my scent, and it's highly evident
These cats got me bent, they must be crazy
I rock like Jay-Z, and these labels they pay me
You lazy, and out of your belligerent mind
To think your cash flow, is equivalent to mine
I done waste time, on wine and dine
I spit rhymes and grind, and meet my deadline
I'm smart like Einstein, the savior of mankind
I flow like enzymes, and I'll blow your mind
[Hook]
We gon make, you niggaz feel this
Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists
Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit
Cause we gon make you feel this
We gon make, you niggaz feel this
Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists
Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit
So listen to this real shit
[Trae]
Ain't no fucking with us, take it out cock it we bust
Deep down in Texas we tough, tear the club up niggaz we rough
You don't wanna plex with us, raw and untamed better ride with a AK
Keep a bitch nigga saying mayday, and I will spray for the pay day
In the worst way like a Maab nigga, for the eight nigga I'ma split a nigga
Like a throwed verse, lyrically leaving a nigga in a hearse
I'm a thug and a renogator, and a Southside hood waver
A 84 block skater, and a bad ass bitch invader
We so thoed but solo, united for cash
When I'm in my fo'-do' my trunk glow, with S.U.C. on my dash
At a club we roam knocks, in the hood we bleed blocks
In a car we ride drops, on cock with a missing top
Lil' Trae Guerilla Maab, with H-A-W-K
From red to blue or grey, my niggaz we don't play
From shining to throwing bows, we platinum on down to gold
And living out of control, to keep it crunk fa sho
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.]
Abra-cadabra, hocus pocus
Sit back and feel, this explosive dose
A lyrical hypnosis, is what I put you in
And time and time again, I do damage with a pen
A lyrical time bomb, and I'm bound to get you sprung
And if you ain't feeling this, then your body is numb
Like Nelly I'm number one, or numero uno
The size of a sumo, more vicious than Kujo
More styles than judo, and I got room to throw
I'm thugging like Fat Joe, and I'm watching my thoed grow
I move in slow-mo, and blowing on do-do
On 20's and squatted low, and on locks I tip-toe
And for my lil bro, I'ma mash the gas
Collect the cash, and move the Benz up another class
The greatest like Ali, on the grind like Bun-B
And the words that I use, make you say golly
[Chorus x2]
All, you fake ass hoes
Y'all need to leave, leave me alone
[Tiny-T]
You hoes out there still playin games
You niggas let'em do it so yo ass to blame
When it gets out of hand you want to kill a bitch
Long time ago should have stopped the shit
She give you some pussy and you let her slid
Run more game give her the keys to the ride
She picked a nigga up
Sucked a nigga nuts
I came in her mouth cause I don't give a fuck
A bitch like that can't mess with me
Peep game off the top it's the Tiny-T
Fake ass hoes, I spot them quick, break they ass, and feed them dick
Other than that they don't get shit
Man I can't stand no messy bitch
Fucking up my high when I'm in my zone
Fake ass hoes please leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone, fake ass hoes please leave me alone
Better leave me alone
Cock suckin bitches better leave me alone
[Chorus x2]
[H.A.W.K]
I make hoes, and break hoes, and take all they pecos
Fake hoes I hate those, I do my best to shake those
Hey trick, yea you bitch, shut-up and eat dick
No bra and fake tits and still waiting on W.I.C
Y'all, better leave me alone and listen to the words that I say in this song
Fake ass hoes get nothing from me
Not one red C-E-N-T
And if you think you gone get some cash
I got a trick for your ugly ass
And if you want a piece of H-A-W-K
Pull out your pocketbook you gots to pay
And all I want from you is a little head
Suck a nigga dry and get the hell out my bed
Cause fake hoes with fake hair, Coogie all on wellfair
Sit your ass down somewhere
Cause real playas don't care.
[Chorus x2]
[Lil O]
Hey I see you over there baby lickin your lips
I'm diging your hips
Looking like chicken, watermelon,and grits
I want to hit but you still won't tell me shit
Cause you only wanna holla cause you know I got some chips
But guess what I ain't shit either
I'm just trying to find out if you a dick eater
I ain't even gonna lie try to mislead ya
Baby girl after Lil O nut I'm gone scratch like a swift cheater
I'll holla, you broke as hell
You don't cook, you don't clean, mama what the hell
No job, crib looking like a roach motel
Hey holla at me later I'm with my gal
Another words you get no green
I tell you that I'm broke, but everytime you see Lil O, I'm so clean
I'm a nice guy by no means
I got these broads talking bout, girl Lil O is so mean
[talking:]
Yeah, tried all kinds of ways
Just need the air mayn, nigga grown now
Ery'body need a lil' space, sometime
Still love you though, fa sho
[H.A.W.K.:]
We done found many ways, to make it
So don't mistake it, this is a bond can't nobody break
I can't even fake it, baby girl I can't even take it
Me and you naked, talking to me while you take it
We in the matrix, plus we surrounded by hatred
They fake it and shake it, and really hope that we don't make it
Plus this is sacred, get it through the eyes of Christ
You changed my life, now I'm changing girl to wife
We sacrificed, for me you changed your life
And speechless nights, kinda opened my eyesight
And right is right, I don't wanna fuss or fight
And ruin your life, cause a nigga wasn't doing you right
And fair is fair, I feel like we need the air
And fixing your pair, and bring back what once was there
The love we share, ain't nothing else can compare
I can feel it in the air, that you'll still be there we'll make it
[Hook x2: Wayne PZ, E. Marlin]
I'm trying all kinds of ways, to make it
I feel like, we just need the air
[H.A.W.K.:]
Before this love, dissolves
Let's get this problem solved, cause there are two kids involved
We both, need some time apart
And time apart, will allow you follow your heart
And just because, I'm gone today
Doesn't mean I've gone astray, it doesn't mean I'm gonna play
We just, need some time away
In some kind of way, I feel we'll be ok
This relationship, was built on trust
Now we fight and fuss, and that's not even us
We didn't, even use to cuss
Was it love or lust, cause now we barely touch
I can count on you, in a clutch
You were my crutch, now everything is so hush-hush
Right now, it's about too much
So let's back up, and I'll just keep in touch we'll make it
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.:]
It's not, that I didn't believe
Or that I wanted to leave, we both just needed to breathe
Maybe now, the pain will ease
And you won't grieve, and all the stress will be relieved
Maybe, this will clear all doubts
Show you what I'm really about, show you that you tripped out
Cause we, were destined to be
Like Jay and B, or Janet and Jermaine Dupri
I let you see, a whole 'nother side of me
A side of me, that other women tried to see
I guarantee, there'll never be another like me
A lover like me, good under the cover like me
So now you know, because of this I love you mo'
I miss you though, but baby it was time to go
Let's take it slow, take it from a Scorpio
Or it'll just be another love, T-K-O we'll make it
[E.S.G.:]
Here comes the Wreckshop bomb, that Big H.A.W.K. didn't refuse
Coming down on a song, I couldn't refuse
I'm with the Jam Down Don, Botany Boy boss
Put a fo' in the room, we gon break boys off
Wide body Denali, I'm riding Y2 grey
Tell the FED's I ain't scared, I'm down with the D.E.A.
E.S.G. and Big H.A.W.K., got boys under our wings
I'm about to let 'em up, Lamborgini with screens
What you mean you can't dance, to the Screwed Up Click
Make the world boom-boom, tap-tap to it
Through the do-do, man here come the pro-pro
Freestyle King, and I'm so damn throwed though
Wrist fully froze, with the princess cuts
So much ice on my piece, look like a cooled cup
Man hold up, haters in a trance
Southside crunk, pop your trunk and make it dance huh
[Lil' Keke:]
It's fa sho, we step in the do' motivated
My click iced out, prepare to be faded
My watch my wrist, my neck so crushing
We hit the dance flo', and bitches start rushing
Get your shake on, what you waiting on what you got
Do that thang, work that thang you're hot
Oh yeah you looking good, but I just might pass
Cause you ain't working hard enough, put some bounce in that ass
You want some cash, wrong nigga wrong time
Girl you way out of line, I'm for real bout mine
Now do that strut, shake that butt what
Since you walked up in the club, you been backing it up
Here we go, she back on the flo' touching her toe
The first to let her know, that I don't love no hoe
And the party don't start, right after mic check
All the people gon dance, when Screw wreck the deck what
[DJ Screw scratching]
[H.A.W.K.:]
I can make you dance, bust the seam if your pants
Make you shake it so hard, you need a ambulance
Put boys in a trance, cause the three point stance
Have you screaming like Biggie, give me one more chance
Biting mics like hands, and Paris Bueller in France
Now I'll blind you with my piece, with the slightest glance
My game is advanced, with my Screwed Up style
Make you back that ass up, like Juvenile
Crushed ice in my smile, live a lavish lifestyle
And my freestyle, makes me so versatile
On my feet crocodile, keep a low profile
And one night with me, I'll make it worth your while
I'm the golden child, call me H-A-W-K
And making money, is my authority
Year Y2K, now my stocks done grew
And we can make you dance, when you jamming Screw
[DJ Screw scratching]
[C-Note:]
Baby I can make you dance, here's your chance don't miss it
Bezeltines fancy things, pinky rings kiss it
Bentley with automatic stuff, we playa bout
We making hoes get under our wings, like Big H.A.W.K.
C-Note on top the charts, Big Shots off the heezy
I'm quick to wreck shop on them bops, like E.S.Geezy
For sheezy, man we making cash forever
My drop got the glass, with the grilling leather
However, we represent for the South
Plenty diamonds on my hand, plenty diamonds in my mouth
We pull up at Mega Meg, platinum over grey
I can make the drop dance, you can make that ass shake
Don't hate, baby girl I'ma keep it real
C-Note without his grill, like a fish with no gill
Just another platinum, from the Screwed Up Click
Me, Big H.A.W.K., and E and Ke' we dropping platinum shit
[talking:]
Yeah playa shit, I like all kind of girls mayn
I like em Black, White, Asian, Chinese
I like a freak though
[H.A.W.K.:]
I need a freak bitch, that'll skeet what you eat bitch
A freak bitch, that I don't have to teach shit
I take em Black, Latin or Asian
Brazilian, Malaysian, and even Caucasian
I like em young, with they hormones raging
That don't mind they girlfriends, participating
I like a girl, with a nice round ass
A little pizazz, a freak but she got some class
I like a girl, that's slim and petite
Them girls is freaks, plus them girls wombs are deep
They sucking meat, then they swallow your skeet
Have you fiending for that ass, like a dog in heat
He'll repeat, Big H.A.W.K. lives by this
And I don't fuck with niggaz, cause I fuck's a bitch
I hate to admit, I love me a down ass chick
And wait, till you see my dick
[Hook: Scooby]
Holla at a nigga, when you see me in the streets bitch
Ain't no secret, I need me a freak bitch
You wanna roll, we could hop up in the sheets quick
She in the car, trying to let a nigga see shit
(I like that girl, I like that girl
I like that girl, I like that girl
I like that girl, I like that girl
I like that girl, I like that kind of girl)
[Lil' O:]
Yeah I like em pretty face, skinny waist
With a booty so big, it'll sit in place
So when she walk man, it wiggle
When I hit it from the back, her cheeks start to jiggle
Homie don't fuck her, she just fall out and giggle
Cause she gon off the dro, and she just popped a skittle
Plus she be dripping, way mo' than a little
When it go...when I jump in the middle, whoa
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheese, I'm off the rockers
Better ask somebody, how I fuck these boppers
Got em in the room, riding dick all topless
Yelling out Lil' O, please don't stop this
Rub me out, beat it up
Let it rain on me, when you skeet a nut
She a rich bad bitch, she don't need your bucks
She just like it when a real G, squeeze her butt straight up
[Hook]
[Mike D:]
I use to tell em all, if you ain't sucking I ain't fucking
Now I tell em all, if you menage it ain't nothing
Better ask your girlfriend, how Corleone get down
I'm some'ing like a pimp, when I lay my lick down
Make your backbone quiver, I hop up in ya
Shots of that liquor, got you lawed by your liver now
Run tell your friends, how a real nigga did ya
Let you bust three, blame the referee and blow the whistle
They say nobody knows, where the nose goes
When the do's close, that's why I ain't loving you hoes
A nigga singing now, so I change em like clothes
Unless you like chicks, fuck with you hoe
Ain't no fun, if your homie can't have none
H.A.W.K. threw the bitch on one, now it's on brah
Southside, H-A-W-K
What, what, what...
[Hook]
I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down
The type of shit, that make your girl knees touch the ground
You got plex let me know, you got beef let me know
If you looking for me nigga, here I go here I go
[H.A.W.K.]
I spit that hot shit that rock shit, that make you drop your top shit
That got the game on lock shit, that make you body rock shit
That make you shoot your glock quick, make you say Big H.A.W.K.'s sick
Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an ice pick
I write this for rightness, or even try to recite this
If you do not like this, I'll hit you with my right fist
Man you got a tight bitch, that keeps on peeping me
I'm a sergeant to M-A-C-K-I-N-G
Then she'll belong to me, pass her to my homie
That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E
Or unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my cup of tea
Don't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you in pre-school
Cause you broke the golden rule, and made me lose my cool
Now this is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow
All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
The Southside got your mouth wide, eyes looking all cross eyed
Sitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the right side
Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn and say hi
Hood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shy
I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat
But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back back
Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts, we tossing hoes like flap jacks
Like serving fiends that white crack, they guaranteed to come back
Sell em that like a shot of yack, them hoes be down like fo' flats
Dance around in tight slacks, for all the pimps, playas and macks
Conversation on who's that, pimping ain't dead I told you that
Chicks chewing on my nut sack, and hang around like a clothes rack
That chit-chat that's on the street, boys out here in love with freaks
Making love between the sheets, but can't make your ends meet
Disrespecting the game is deep, letting these hoes play you for weeks
And you wonder why you ain't on feet, cause actions speak and talk is cheap
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
Are y'all ready to rumble, the Tarzan of this jungle
Weak niggaz crumble, hold the ball don't fumble
I'm cold but I'm humble, so talk up don't mumble
Smart like Bryant Gumble, cowards tend to tumble
I rope the game like a lasso, Southside down at Grasgo
A little bit of hot tobasco, about to cause a fiasco
Just pass go collect your do', spit fire in the studio
Turn it out at a state show, and pull you a bad hoe
Get you some loving, that's hotter than an oven
Kissing and hugging, and ready to get dug in
I break bones and snap necks, tear flesh with techs
If you got plex, I'll put you on a bed rest
I suggest you move around, unless you screaming H-Town
Yellow bone or sugar brown, they love the way I put it down
Give me the crown for the best flow, shake your ass and throw them bows
And if you look at me, here I go here I go
[Hook: Shonda "Skyy"]
Haters love, when you're down
All them haters love, when you're down
Haters make the world, go round
All them haters love, when you're down
[H.A.W.K.]
Say they love me, when the word is out
They still talking about, how you lost your clout
By word of mouth, it just spread through the South
But them haters don't know, what they talking bout
It ain't no doubt, they just sitting back waiting
Contemplating, devising plots for hating
Perpetrating, but I'm evaluating
It's another actor's hating, complicating situations
No justification, to these false accusations
They faking and shaking, is it cause the money I'm making
Bricks I'm making, or the trips I'm taking
In the ganja fields, chilling with the Jamaicans
It's highly mistaken, trying to hold me back
I'ma squash the chit-chat, when I rat-ta-tat-tat
Back-back back-back, playa move around
Cause the haters and the fakers, really love it when you're down
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.]
Now back in '93, I made the world feel me
On my first Screw tape, with Lil' Keke
Playa haters envy, cause they couldn't copy
So they started riding me, like a horse jockey
Me and P-A-T, start rapping regurly
We were labeled wanna-be's, in this rap industry
Now boys seeing me, all on T.V
Grammy nominee, on BET
Everything's on me, show money tax free
I'm a V.I.P., in your community
Now I garuntee, I was on bended knee
Asking G-O-D, continue to guide me
Provide me the name, lace me up with game
The gift to entertain, to those who complain
They just jealous mayn, I guess that's the case
So I sustain, to keep them haters out my face
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.]
Remember players and haters, have no common denominators
It gets greater later, if you stray from perpetrators
I pull mo' stunts, than Evil Kenivel
Cause I'm on that chase, for the root of all evil
Trying to thread the needle, making hits like the Beetles
This is just the first chapter, of the legendary sequel
My people be congregating, find ways to separate
Cause haters and fakes, I continue to annihilate
They motivate, me to fill my destiny
One of the smartest not the hardest, artists in this industry
So now you see, that the shit that I spit
Is so legit, while you bumping your gums like a hippocrit
Case dismissed, as I umptfully stated
And I remain agitated, to those less motivated
I'm underrated, but that soon will change
When I figure out this plain, on this hating thang
[Hook x2]
[Hook x4: Big Moe & (Kendra)]
H-A-W-K, (H-A-W-K)
[H.A.W.K.:]
Hardcore carnivoure, the man you can't ignore
Certified platinum artist, 'fore my album hit the store
Further more it's for sure, like I said before
I deserve a encore, plus a whole lot more
Time to settle the score, like Charlie Baltimore
Made the crowd uproar, Southside ambassador
From Ecuador Singapore, to El Salvador
Got fans galore, that label me the emperor
I'm the king, better get up under my wing
Bling-bling, goes the rocks on my bezeltyne
Ching-ching, it's money over everything
A battling, all broads on my ding-a-ling
Pinky ring, glistening with bout two karats
Balling, out of control is a daily habit
Living lavish, following the steps of Alita
As I strive on a quest, to be my brother's succeeder I be the
[Hook x4]
[H.A.W.K.:]
Here record assassin, I'm dangerous
Plus my status, is platinum plus
If you talking down, you need to hush
Riding 20 inches, on my 6-4 bus
Step out of line, I got to bust
Leave out of state, remain anonymous
I'm bout the dollar, in God I trust
Don't mess with broads, that are scandalous
All of these haters, envy me
Cause they see my face, on BET
Me and Kay-K, and Ron G
Bout to take over, this industry
All of my partnas, feeling me
Balling out of control, to the highest degree
Everything costs, ain't nothing free
I got more zero's, than the lottery I be the
[Hook x4]
[H.A.W.K.:]
I'm the thoedest of the thoedest, when it comes to words
And definitely one of the coldest, when it comes to birds
Are V's get slurred, with these nouns and verbs
Plus the flashing of my jewelry, leaves your vision blurred
Fuck what you heard, my dress code superb
And like Outkast, I stay crumbling herb
I'm off the hook, the man you can't over look
All crooks, bout to get they manhood took
Raise the roof, if you got a fat pocketbook
Now look, I'm in magazines and books
Rap game icon, and I don't bar none
Spit the realest of the real, like the Holy Caron
The Don phenomenon, pushing black Yukon
Can't you see I'm the one, that they label the bomb
I leave 'em sprung, cloud full of smoke in my lungs
And by the flipping of the tongue, I can make your gal cum I be the
[Hook:]
Ery'body in the club, get crunk
Move side to side, and do the H-Town stomp
Ery'body in the club, get loose
If you feeling good, and you on that Grey Goose
Ery'body, in the club, get crunk
Move side to side, and do the H-Town stomp
Ery'body in the club, get crunk get pumped
Smoke a blunt get drunk, and do the H-Town stomp
[H.A.W.K.:]
Now ery'body in the club, here's your chance
To go and participate, in this brand new dance
This dance, is a little advanced
And you can even do it in tight pants, let's go now
Start body rocking, side to side
Slide your feet, from the left to the right then stomp
In H-Town, we gon do it with pride
But this dance gon be nationwide, get crunk
Get crunk with it, you can even stunt with it
Do a jump with it, but don't forget to stomp with it
Smoke a blunt with it, go on get drunk with it
Get crunk with it, go on shake your rump with it
And I'm really, not a dancing dude
But this track'll make your body move, put you in a groove
Now this track, will make you lose your cool
So go on ahead and act a god damn fool, and do the H-Town stomp
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
While ery'body in the club, getting tipsy
I'm trying to get do', like Eminem and 50
And I ain't even, on Aftermath
I'm just a nigga that's after cash, so I'ma show my ass
I'm representing, for the Lone Start State
And I couldn't wait, to put a end to all this hate
Big H.A.W.K., about to set things straight
Make some'ing shake, as soon as this record break now
Look at here now, I'm making thangs clear now
It's my year now, I'm coming from the rear now
Can't nan nigga, block my shine
I'll smash an offensive line, and that's the bottom line
I'm a nigga, that's built to grind
And y'all boys gon give me mine, gon give me mine
I done patiently, waited my time
Now it's time to put my damn foot down, and do the H-Town stomp
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
Now I'ma take it, where it all begin
That's the 12000 block, of the Dead End
I was still, bout my bread then
Seen dead men, and many friends go to the Penn
And for my niggaz, doing time in the Penn
I can't wait, till I see y'all again
See your boy, about to set a new trend
Once I get a few radio spins, here we go now
Please believe that, I'm waiting on some feedback
Where the weed at, homeboy I need that
Where my G's at, my niggaz with the cheese at
Girl that booty fat, go on let me squeeze that
And this rap shit, it ain't no comp
I'm not Ashton, but chumps get punked
Get out of line, your ass might get jumped
All on the ground your ass gon get stomp, with this H-Town stomp
Hey!!!!
Uh huh huh
Hey!!!!
Uh huh huh
Uh huh huh
Uh huh huh
Uh huh huh
When you feel that connection
You gotta groove
No imperfections
We gotta move
I'm getting addicted
Addicted to you
But tell me, tell
Is your love true?
Well I don't care
Not anymore
All I need is the music
For me to soar
Can't stand still with the beat
It's not tiring at all
Gotta move my feet
At the graduation ball
RAPPED:
She's gotta get the connection
Move onto the floor
Cruuuuuuuuuuuuuuud
She aint dancin no more
Can't stop honey
Can't stop chick
Can't stop babe
Can't
Can't
Can't...dang
Can't...........
So whaddya see
I gotta be free
My feet aren't still
Dance if you will
I'm hardly smokin
I'm no where near broken
Don't know what's wear and tear
There's nothin to bear
Soon everyone's starin
Not one pair o' eyes glarin
And I'm the center
The dancer star
But I gotta go now, gotta get home
I dance out to my car
I dance out to my car
F/ Chris Ward, Kyle, Poppy
(*talking*)
Yeah, this one here, is for my go getters
This guerilla music, go get your scrilla music
[Hook]
This ain't the limelight, this is the street life
If you wanna eat right (get that doe)
This for my street niggas, them never get no sleep niggas
Make your ends meet nigga (get that doe)
This for my thug hoes, from my lady to club hoes
That pack a snub nose (get that doe)
This for my job niggas, too real to rob niggas
Go 'head and mob nigga (get that doe)
[Chris Ward]
Scavenger, Chris Ward I was raised that way
Live in the streets, cause it pays that way (get that doe)
Hand me the scale, so I can weigh that yay
I be here, till the night bring back day (get that doe)
The Mob is true nigga (what do you do nigga)
I got dank, drank and scratch, and I rap too nigga
You know who nigga, got wholesale on hold sale
That hold sale I hold tail, so we can (get that doe)
It take ends, to make ends
The block she'd like snake skin, cause I (get that doe)
See me conniver, stone hard survivor
Not a limo driver, but I'ma (get that doe)
[Hook]
[Kyle]
Blocks I chop those, in a drop top Rolls
But I chop blocks hoe, when I (get that doe)
Supply the block O's, out of a butterscotch holds
But you can buy the block whole, when you (get that doe)
Like X-Fliles, I leave home running the white blocks
Watching out for white cops, trying to catch me with white rocks
I be between the sheets, hugging the wife cock
When I can be between the streets, hugging the white block
The price of snow, is falling like Alicia Keys
When I release the keys, the coast guard police to cease
Don't make me pull the heat, and proceed to run in your house
Put a gun in your mouth, and go (get that doe)
[Poppy]
This for my niggas punching clocks, working 9 to 5
Cause that's how they survive (get that doe)
And this for all my chicks that strip
They work they hips, to earn they chips (get that doe)
It's in my blood to get it, show your mug while intervening
With my cream, and them slugs'll hit it
Move partna and hope to move mo' birds, than scarecrows
Feel me, till they kill me we gon (get that doe)
Just show me where the doe at, nigga I'll put fo' at
Your throwback to (get that doe)
Them brick niggas sick with the hustle, and sick with the flow
Just so you know, we gon (get that doe)
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.]
This for my block niggas, them running from the cop niggas
With rocks up in they socks, trying to (get that doe)
This for my go-getters, them range feet of snow niggas
That brown until your thoed niggas (get that doe)
And at the home, the circles are sown, my pockets are swolled
It's fourth and goal, and a nigga on parole
I got hard like goose with it, don't adjutate the critics
I cock back and hit it, and make you (get that doe)
And if I'm fed up, I'll make the lead up
With two up in your edge up to (get that doe)
My bullets will touch you, bucka bucka
And rusha, your melicular structure (get that doe)
[Hook]
Don't tell me
You're just fine
Somethin's up
And I know it
I'm not stupid
Just in case
You were too busy
Too pay attention to life
Refrain:
Well, Earth to you and the things that you do
Cause now you're clearly on Mars
Just tell me what's up
I need to know
I do, I really do
You've turned into an alien freak,
You don't even speak my language
Homeless birds and stray cats
Would make better companions than you
[talking]
God damn it let's do it E, what ha-ha
The motherfucking young Don, H-A-W-K
Day one niggaz, ain't that right Sensei
Corleone (Corleone) ha-ha, Screwed Up Click
C.M.G. ha, if it's up to me it is
[Lil' Keke]
Down in H-Town, the realest gon stand out
From the city of no pity, the gritty you get shot
I'm the big boss the young Don, however you want it
And them six figgas with bitches, I done had that moment
I get my crush on my rush on, I love this game
Make your mouth taste like shit, when you mention my name
Cause I'm adding and subtracting, looking over distractions
Y'all struggling everyday mayn, we chilling and relaxing
They asking for the best, so I'm letting 'em see the best
In my Bentley top down, with a vest on my chest
I'm smoking weed by the barrels, Iceberg apperals
Niggaz know my songs, like they Christmas carols
If it wasn't for the ice, the streets'll get burned
Why the hell I ain't balling, cause it ain't your turn
You can't see me can't be me, don't make me have to show ya
Covered in ice, call me Rocky Balboa nigga
[Hook x2]
Down in H-Town, the realest gon stand out
If it wasn't for the ice, the streets'd be hot
Count six factors, crushing all you actors
On the Southside, we ain't scared of no jackers
[Mike D]
Down in H-Town, chit-chatters get the gatling
Baby you duck face, when this ccalicostart rattling
Nigga you know me, gun-ho brick feeter
Intercept your funds and ones, H-Town block bleeder
Enter the do' on swoll, in a all black Range Rover
Mobbing like a steam roller, with a cash bag on my shoulder
Don't get caught in the clutch, without a pop in your drawas
Be slipping and dipping, and find a chopper to your jaws
H-Town's my home, and bar no jacker and his mama
Load it up for the drama, 4-4's pause you like a camma
Hell-a heat's a must, or get your damn wig touched
Mess around and get crunched, or find your baby mama fucked
We keep the streets congested, Mickey Mouse block prince
Flooded in cloud dust, acting like the U.S. Mint
Heaven sent niggaz, grave diggas for figgas
And send shivers to you jiggas, unloading triggas cause uh we
[Hook x2]
[Big Pokey]
I keep my game face on, when I'm punching the clock
Trying to climb to the top man, it just don't stop
Wanna dip in the pot, keep a whipping for spot
Got a gator for a Houpe', so I don't flip it a lot
Keep about a half a brick, distribute it out
If niggaz don't pay back, then niggaz get shot
On my block, we play chess with techs
And if the price is right, we'll twist ya neck
Cats get they wig cracked, for disrespect
Plus a slug in your thigh, with a hole in your sweats
I'm that nigga on your trail, when you rolling a Lac
Bout two cars behind, on the 1100 stretch
Running you down, catch up I'm gunning you down
By this time next week, you'll be under the ground
That's what you chumps get, for running in mine
Fuck around and get one in your spine, I ain't lying
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
Crown the king, the champ has entered the ring
Get under my wing, better duck when I swing
First string, clicks please like a trained Marine
Wolverine, scare niggaz like Halloween
I'm underrated, easily agitated
Aggravated, my mouthpiece contaminated
Educated, vocabulary complicated
And the lyrics that I spit, are sprinkled and saturated
Most niggaz hate it, cause they ain't the chosen
In H-Town, niggaz neck and wrist are frozen
Ask your stolen, cause we the realest no doubt
And the ice on my piece, it need to thaws out
I brought the raw out, cause I ain't scared of no jackers
And the heat that I pack, hit harder than linebackers
Call the dispatcher, cause niggaz gon bleed
If Ke' is Balboa, then I'm Apollo Creed nigga what
Yeah that's right, Houston Texas..
[Hook]
Nextel phones, and twinkie inches of chrome
Million dollar homes, and players'll still moan
Got the game mapped out, and Rolexes and platinum necklace
Benz and Lexus, represent Houston Texas do you love it
[D-Gotti]
The game done changed, it's stangs we bring
Five S. Cardige ring, connected with gangs
Real range on death defying leapords, niggaz ain't soft
Rougher than raw, shop on the Internet fuck the mall
9-9 L-Dog, top released for sixty G's
Wreck streets, D-Gotti the owner for what you see
It's what it be, it's under the bomb concedes me
Man tone large land, and pool and concrete
Running, from Federal agents with surveillance taping
Five star rate, seven figga mail we making
For granted we taking, but when we smash it's over
Niggaz pulling out new Vipers, and stretch Range Rovers
Syruped out or sober, I'm intellectually thoed
Pimp pens on futon, off in my Gucci robe
And all praises to my Pa with his high, cause ballers designed
To hop off in my shoes, cause I'm thoed and on fire on my
[Hook x2]
[Will-Lean]
On roam, connected with cell phones
Million dollar homes, parvay with marble stones
Caddy Fleet wood bromes, platinum Rolex with ice
Foreigns off the lot, without checking the price
To be precise boppers want when they hear, the Jag horn
Creased up in Ralph Lauren, or dobbed out in Phat Farm
Princess cut Clover charm, got my rocks on glare
So extroadinare, it make you stop and stare
Don't dare to compare, your knots to big shots
That cruise on big yachts, protected like Ft. Knox
V-12 dubbed out, 20 inches I pulled out
Chopping and knocking, these niggaz up off the block
On dots tops dropped, hogging flossing on chrome
Low-Pro's Perellis on my celly, dogging the zone
Holding my own playa, on top the Astro-dome
Frequencies get cloned, while I'm getting my mail on on my
[Hook x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
Of course, I'm in convertible Porshe
Race horse golf course, front page of the Source
Text for intercourse, with the beautiful ladies
600 Mercedes, everything's all gravy
Do you feel me baby, Benz 2 triple 0
Steering wheel mo-mo, on twinkie Lorenzos
Screens glow, as they fall from the ceiling
Say oooh what I'm feeling, when you're playing with millions
Hoes stalk me, from Texas to Milwaukee
My minutes'll cost me, so hit me via walkie-talkie
Alast it's iceless, cause my jewelry's so priceless
One look and you're hooked, and I'll leave you sightless
Accumulate dividends, with my ball-point pen
Vocabulary extraordinary, sometimes hard to comprehend
Lenden is what I wear, devinare soft my fair
I'm known everywhere, as a seven figga playa on my
Southside, yeah, it's going down
Bout to turn it out, H-A dub K
Z-Ro The Crooked, it's going down
[Chorus]
Man hold up it's going down
We gon rock the house
Got everybody digging the south
Got everybody digging the south
Them boys from the S.U.C., bout to turn it out
Make everybody scream and shout
Make everybody scream and shout
Now I heard all my people say
[H.A.W.K]
Bounce, rock, roller skate
I scrape my tail gate, with a 6-4 pancake
On 2-88, and I'm headed to the Lou'
My fragrance is juice, and my tape deck is Snoop
Roof, up-side your head
If you trying to take mine, you get filled with lead
You dead, but I remain on the creep
Sideways down the street, woofers pounding my seat
So I creep, and keep it on the down low
Me and my nigga Z-Ro, remain in Cognito
The beat go boom, when we enter the room
The smell of marijuana, mixed with perfume
It's going down, and you know it's going down
Got everybody digging this southern sound
Pound for pound we the best, we can pass any test
And the lyrics that we spit, will give you cardiac arrest
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'
It's the H-A-W-K, and the fella they call Ro
Screwed Up Click representers, getting bent like a corner
Taking up all four lanes, when we swang it's a G thang
Loving this life, loving this game, dominating the industry
With raw rap, and everybody love it man
Ain't nobody ripping like the S.U.C.
If you run up with that nigga, I'm gon set you free
It's a gangsta party, and ain't no haters allowed
Nothing but pimps and playas, and plenty women going down
Man hold up, let me roll up something sticky
Full of them pills leaning, my people gotta come and get me
Stuck, but never lose composer
Military minded, I'm a Southside soldier
Benjamin Frank' folder, I done shocked the south
Prepare yourself for the Screwed Up, we rock the house
[Chorus]
[H.A.W.K]
Girl drop it, Southside is body rocking
To the beat, you can't stop it
Me and Ro making profit, niggas trying to baller block it
But how the hell, can you knock it
Get down on it, sit down on it
Southside soldiers, annihilating opponents
We want it, I mean a platinum plack
The Cadillacs, the highs with the pool in the back
Give me all of that, plus a little bit more
And I'm sure fa sho, you gon love our flow
We'll steal the show, and have the crowd in a rage
And have every lady trying, to get a pass backstage
We represent third coast, not to brag or boast
We eat up like toast, and burn tracks like toast
Respect to the utmost, cause we rough and rugged
And that bullshit you spitting, just ain't gon cut it
[H.A.W.K.:]
Baby girl, I think it's time
For me to unwind, and change your last name to mine
Let's go on, put the past behind
You are my sunshine, and let's make it like old times
We together, like A and B
And I cannot see, you not being a part of me
Love flows, through my arteries
That's how it oughtta be, we formed this comrottory
You could travel planet Earth, to search it
If it is worth it, and show me a man that's perfect
And some of these men, are worthless
When problems surface, they only in it for one purpose
Every man, makes mistakes in life
But I wanna do right, so girl I'm gon sacrifice
I'ma leave, these hoes alone
Hoes can't call my phone, and every night I'm coming home
[Hook: Devin the Dude]
I'm coming home, coming home to you
There's plenty hoes out there, but they'll never compare
Never do, the things you do
I'm coming home, straight home to you
You're the only one, that I would ever be true to
[Chamillionaire:]
They say that I got it bad, I say that I gotta have
You and just only you, so your body's what I'ma grab
Leave the past in the past, help you hop in my slab
This isn't a interview, so there's nothing I gotta ask
I use to be big pimping, like Pimp and my partna Bun
If she came with a twisted tongue, then game is what I will done
Encourage the inner freak, on the porch to get in the sun
Now if I flip the fund, with a female then it's just one
And a lady that's close to me, claiming she isn't close enough
Cause I'm grinding and posted up, pull over the soul truck
Down to a pause, I poured the rest of my soda cup
Then I bust a U-turn, cause I'm bout to make sure she know what's up
These boys can be playas, but I'm trying to play with the paper
Groupies chasing the foreign, but it ain't a problem to shake her
Forget that swanging the boulevard, we gon swang to Jamaica
Hit that G4 and you know we gon touch the sky like a scraper, but just for you
[Hook]
[Trae:]
I know they told me time was hard, but I been thankful to God
For every second you was real, when everybody was fraud
You know it's in a nigga nature, to get down in these streets
But every pain I ever got, we made it up in these sheets
I never thought that I'd express, how I'm feeling inside
Cause I been a man first off, and every man got pride
You been around when I fell off, and ain't have a dollar
And these haters was on the hunt, but never once did you holla
That's why you alright with a gangsta, baby you got respect
Don't worry about no other woman, cause all she get is neglect
Off the rip she gon get checked, your place is established
They buying dresses out the Flea, while you laying back lavish
To hell with that you know what it is, they know what it ain't
And with a G you know that you can, they know that they can't
That's why I had to do you this song, to show what I think
And when it come to getting fucked up, that's some'ing I ain't for real
[Hook: Big Pokey]
Cheddar, cheddar
Makes things better, (get your paper mayn)
Cheddar, cheddar
Makes things better, (get your paper mayn)
Cheddar, cheddar
Makes things better, (get your paper mayn)
Cheddar, cheddar
Makes things better, (we having lavish things)
[Mr. 3-2:]
Cheddar, scrilla cream
I got's to go get it playboy, by all means
Got killas on my team, that'll get with you for a price
In less than 24 hours, your body'll be on ice
This dirty game ain't nothing nice, don't let it jack knife own ya
I'm knocking on boys do's for my feddy, I'ma warn ya
From Texas to California, we bleeding in the state
Big weight, c.d.'s and tapes for six figga papes
Cheddar, it makes things better
Got me sitting in a five room house, on big leather
Gucci sweater, glocks and barettas it's gravy
Ain't nothing but God, and the root of all evil that can save me
Now feel this platinum shit baby, hungry for the payroll
We want points and publishing, and cheddar out the do'
Mo' money mo', gotta have it gotta grab it
Cause living lavish is a habit, as I expose my karats baby
[Hook]
[Clay Doe:]
Now I remember, since spaghetti and Cheerios
I always been a youngster, out risking it for the do'
For every buck I made, I wanted a couple mo'
But now I keep it coming, and run it at a constant flow
Together nigga, we get this green forever nigga
Together nigga, we buying off McGregor nigga
Whether you 9 to 5, or you slang barettas
Cheddar, nigga always gonna make shit better
Whoever you are, or whoever you be
You better keep your hands, up on you some currency
For the loot I shoot, to execute avoid cases
Me and my aces leaving spaces, up in niggaz faces
Murder after murder, we out with no traces
To protect mine if I have to, I do it on a daily basis
Take it from Clay Day, Laf Tex the go-getter
C-O braniac, with a payday about cheddar
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
On the streets of Texas, we mob like goodfellas
Blades chop like propellers, on these tapes for cheddar
Haters get jealous, or a bit over zealous
As they ply with the FED's, on schemes and try to nail us
Pops tried to tell us, but we fail to listen
My subtraction and addition, told me some'ing was missing
So I flipped the script, for the cheddar to chips
To straight the whip, the pale to sip I'm fully equipped
Now on the ship, from the feddy the cream
The cheddar the green, my motto was by all means
I flooded the scene, confiscating amphetamines
As I devised a scheme, to try to spread my wings
Lavish things, limousines loaded with screens
Gone playas a team, watching pinky rings
On a chase for cream, with my loaded baretta
My urge to splurge, got me on this chase for cheddar
[Hook]
When you was broke, you was in my face crying for help
Now you got a little change, and you smelling yourself
When will you learn that friendship, is better than wealth
You need to realize, and check yourself
[H.A.W.K.]
Friends turn foes, niggas turn hoes and no one knows
The cons and pros, of how this game goes
I was told, the world is cold and I'm getting old
And I also have a son to mold
I was there for you, always took care of you
I grinded for two, and that's how I fit your groove
I bust for you, put all my trust all you
And what you do, turn your back on your whole crew
I shoulda knew, you changed when you hit that lick
You own a brick, and now you thinking you the shit
I must admit, them cats that you fucking with
They out to get, and you the flunky that they pit
You copped a Benz, S Class with blue lens
Got money to spend, also got money to lend
From boys to men, you were my next of kin
The best of friends, when you didn't have no ends
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
Now thangs done changed, you done knocked off a Range
And made a little change, but you ain't on your game
Your name starting to rain, your spot's off the chain
The block is in flames, you hotter than Lil' Wayne
I hear you snorting cain, got niggas sporting your chain
They feel you so lame, they stole your pinky ring
They winning on your stains, you ain't on your game
Now you feeling the pain, and you're the one to blame
The laws looking for you, they questioned your crew
They questioned your boo, now they coming for you
They kicked in your do', and found all your snow
Your boys set you up, like Johnny Depp in Blow
You got nowhere to go, your cash flow is low
Guess who you looking fo', you at my front do'
Now that goes to show, when you get a little dough
Don't burn your bridges, and start acting like a hoe
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
Now you needing me, begging and pleading me
Them fake tears ain't deceiving me
But I'm real, so here's a fee, the key to the V
So you best to hurry up, and flee
Its sad that you couldn't see, that you and me
Were destiny, till we D-I-E
The P-O-L-I-C-E, they watching me
Cause they know how tight, we use to be
They got you for conspiracy
I tried to tell you, but your ass wasn't feeling me
You was blind but now you see, the face of the judge
And he won't budge, and giving you the third degree
You begging please, in the courtroom looking at me
But too bad G, I'm not the jury
You headed to jail, your life is a living hell
No money for bail, oh weeeell
Hey! Wazzup on the dance floor, you got me hooked, cause I wanna join
Get your body movin, get your soul into groovin'
We gotta get heavy, you temptin me too much with your dannnnnncin
Can I dance with you, oh yeah, can I have this dance with you?!!
You gotta be kiddin, your dancin is so good
Blows me away with the thoughts of you
Didn't think I'd get this far
You're my lifelight, you're my star
Oh!!! And the way you move
Makes me feel so turned...............ooon!!
Oh!! When I hold your hand
I...want...toooo...dance!!
With you, uh huh,
Dance with you, with you, ooooooooooohhhh yeah!
I love your spirit, energy
Basic prom philosophy
When you hold me, you hold me tight
Everythings gonna be ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL RIGHT!!!
Oh yeah, I wanna dance
Just give me one chance
Let me move ya tonight
And we're gonna be ALLLLLL RIGHT!!!
All right, all right, oh yeah....
I wanna dance
I wanna dance
Rain falls down
Upon my heart
Storming
Crashing
Falling apart
Beating
Kneeding
Pounding
Sounding
Broken, broken, broken (fading away)
Chorus:
When you believed in me,
You made things wonderful as can be
Thought I'd always be your girl
Thought you'd always rock my world
Now all that's gone away,
Just broken, broken, broken (fading away)
Storming out my soul,
Raining out my heart
Crashing out my love,
I'm falling apart
When you see,
The good in me,
I'll no longer be there
I'll be broken, broken, broken (fading away)
Can't live this kind of existence
Why is there so much resistance?
Come take my hand
I try but I can't keep tryin'
You can't catch a bird when it's flyin'
It's time to land
You're circling like a hawk on his own
You're circling like a hawk on his own
Born to be alone
You don't take the love I show you
Are you scared I may get to know you
It's time to land
You're circling like a hawk on his own
You're circling like a hawk on his own
Born to be alone
I could fly away one day
Maybe then you'll change your way
Won't you let me capture you
You're circling like a hawk on his own
You're circling like a hawk on his own
Born to be alone
Submitted by Michael Hack
