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  Ain't Having Itshow lyrics

  Ain't Having It

  [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

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  Somebody Say 'oh Yea'show lyrics

  Somebody Say 'oh Yea'

  [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:]

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  Cheddarshow lyrics

  Cheddar

  [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

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  Broken Rainshow lyrics

  Broken Rain

  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)

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  Pimpin Ain't A Thangshow lyrics

  Pimpin Ain't A Thang

  [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

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  Roll Up A Blunt

  [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]

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  Do You Luv Itshow lyrics

  Do You Luv It

  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

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  Coming Homeshow lyrics

  Coming Home

  [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

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  Check Yo Selfshow lyrics

  Check Yo Self

  [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

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  Can I Dance With Youshow lyrics

  Can I Dance With You

  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

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  Only Tyme Will Taleshow lyrics

  Only Tyme Will Tale

  [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

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  Down N H-town (remix)show lyrics

  Down N H-town (remix)

  [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

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  Leave us aloneshow lyrics

  Leave us alone

  [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

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  Let's Get It On

  [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

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  I Like That Girlshow lyrics

  I Like That Girl

  [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

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  Gotta Danceshow lyrics

  Gotta Dance

  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

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  Million Dollar Blockshow lyrics

  Million Dollar Block

  [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

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  Diggin' Da South

  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

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  Hot Shitshow lyrics

  Hot Shit

  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

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  H-town Stomp

  [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

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  Hawkshow lyrics

  Hawk

  [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

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  Hater Luv It (when Your Down)

  [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]

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  I Can Make You Dance

  [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

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  On Your Mark

  [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.

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  Make 'em Feel It

  [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

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  Nigga What

  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

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  Just Need The Air

  [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

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  Earth To You

  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

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  Get That Doeshow lyrics

  Get That Doe

  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]

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  Your Majestyshow lyrics

  Your Majesty

  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!

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  You Don't Wanna Fuck With Me

  [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

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  You Don't Know

  [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]

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  You Already Knowshow lyrics

  You Already Know

  [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

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  World Come 2 An End

  [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

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  What's Happenin' Out Here

  [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

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  What You Boys Know

  [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

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  Warshow lyrics

  War

  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

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  Under H.a.w.k.'z Wingz

  [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]

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  Throwed In Da Game

  [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

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  This Is For The Real

  [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

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  They Scared

  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

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  That's Meshow lyrics

  That's Me

  [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

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  That Other Shit

  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

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  Another Dumb Blonde

  I think that it's time that I should just let you go
  So I'll tell it to your face instead of tell it to you on the phone
  You see, I thought that you were special, baby, something unique, but lately I've come to find
  That you're not really interested in my heart or mind
  That's all right, that's okay
  You never loved me anyway
  And I think it's time for you to just move on
  That's all right (that's all right), that's okay (that's okay)
  I bet you never thought you'd hear me say
  That I think it's time for you to find another dumb blonde
  'Cause it's not me, no, no
  'Cause it's not me, no, no, oh, no
  Last night I went to a party hoping I'd see you there
  And sure enough, you were hanging on some other girl playing with her hair
  And I overheard you telling her the very same thing you said to me the night before
  Hook, line, and sinker, you were walking with her out the door
  That's all right, that's okay
  You never loved me anyway (I never loved you anyway)
  And I think it's time for you to just move on
  That's all right (that's all right), that's okay (that's okay)
  I bet you never thought you'd hear me say
  That I think it's time for you to find another dumb blonde
  'Cause it's not me, no, no
  You want just a little trophy hanging on your arm
  So all your friends will see you got it going on
  But I see what you are so clearly
  But baby, baby, that's not all right with me
  That's all right, that's okay
  I never loved you anyway
  That's all right, that's okay
  You never loved me anyway
  You never loved me, but it's all right, yeah
  It's all right, yeah, yeah
  It's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right
  It's all right, yeah
  Go ahead and find what you need
  That's all right, that's okay
  You never loved me anyway
  And I think it's time for you to just move on
  That's all right, that's okay
  I bet you never thought you'd hear me say

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  In The First Placeshow lyrics

  In The First Place

  I don't know why
  You came back in my life
  Or why we said goodbye
  In the first place
  In your eyes
  (In your eyes)
  I see where we have been
  (Where we've been)
  And what could be again
  If we can erase the lies
  And the tears that we both cried
  Make me feel alive again
  Take me back where we began
  In the first place
  Maybe
  Maybe it's all wrong
  But you never should have gone
  In the first place
  Without you here
  I always wanted more
  Like what we had before
  In the first place
  And now we know
  (Now we know)
  It wasn't all a dream
  (All a dream)
  You're still a part of me
  When hello became goodbye
  To a love that never died
  Make me feel alive again
  Take me back where we began
  In the first place
  Maybe
  (Maybe, maybe)
  Maybe it's all wrong
  But you never should have gone
  In the first place
  I don't know how we ever let it end
  Or why you're here again
  How did it feel being out on your own
  (Out on your own)
  No one to love you when nobody's home
  (Nobody home)
  You don't know what you've got till you watch it go
  I don't know why
  We ever said goodbye
  In the first place
  Make me feel alive again
  (In the first place)
  Take me back where we began
  In the first place
  Maybe
  (Maybe)
  Maybe it's all wrong
  But you never should have gone
  In the first place
  Make me feel alive again
  Take me back where we began
  In the first place
  Maybe
  Maybe it's all wrong
  But you never should have gone

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  WHAT YOU NEED

  If you belonged to me
  Nothing else would matter
  I'd give you the moon and the stars
  On a silver platter
  Kiss you the way you should be kissed
  And show you the kind of
  love that you missed
  So hear me
  Sweet baby
  My heart won't lie
  Chorus:
  What you need is what you get
  If you come to me
  I'll give you love you won't regret
  I'll set you free
  If you believe like I believe
  Boy, you know it's true
  Everythng you need, I'll give to you
  You've been alone too long
  Baby, let me help you
  Show you where your heart belongs
  You know I'd love to
  Give you one thousand reasons to stay
  Be the light in my window
  If you lose your way
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  So don't fear
  Baby, I'm right here
  I'll never leave
  Chorus:
  What you need is what you get
  If you come to me
  I'll give you love you won't regret
  I'll set you free
  If you believe like I believe
  Boy, you know it's true
  Everything you need, I'll give to you
  This is a promise you can keep
  Just bring your broken heart to me
  Baby, you know I'll always be
  The one you've waited for
  The girl you've dreamed of
  Just let me in and you'll see
  What you need is what you get
  If you come to me
  I'll give you love you won't regret
  I'll set you free
  If you believe like I believe
  Boy, you know it's true
  Everything you need, I'll give to you
  What you need is what you get
  If you come to me
  I'll give you love you won't regret
  I'll set you free
  If you believe like I believe
  Boy, you know it's true

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  What You Need Is What You Getshow lyrics

  What You Need Is What You Get

  If you belonged to me
  Nothing else would matter
  I'd give you the moon and the stars
  On a silver platter
  Kiss you the way you should be kissed
  And show you the kind of love that you missed
  So hear me
  Sweet baby
  My heart won't lie
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  What you need is what you get
  If you come to me
  I'll give you love you won't regret
  I'll set you free
  If you believe like I believe
  Boy, you know it's true
  Everything you need, I'll give to you
  You've been alone too long
  Baby, let me help you
  Show you where your heart belongs
  You know I'd love to
  Give you one thousand reasons to stay
  Be the light in my window
  If you lose your way
  So don't fear
  Baby, I'm right here
  I'll never leave
  Chorus:
  What you need is what you get
  If you come to me
  I'll give you love you won't regret
  I'll set you free
  If you believe like I believe
  Boy, you know it's true
  Everything you need, I'll give to you
  This is a promise you can keep
  Just bring your broken heart to me
  Baby, you know I'll always be
  The one you've waited for
  The girl you've dreamed of
  Just let me in and you'll see

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  You First Believed

  How many times did I pray
  You'd find me
  How many wishes on a star
  Gazing off into the dark
  Dreaming I'd see your face
  Safe at home unafraid
  Captured in your embrace
  So many times
  When my heart was broken
  Visions of you
  Would keep me strong
  You were with me all along
  Guiding my every step
  You are all that I am
  And I'll never forget
  It was you who first believed
  In all that I was made to be
  It was you looking in my eyes
  You held my hand
  And showed me life
  And I've never been the same
  Since you first believed
  There were times
  When I'd thought I'd lost you
  Fearing forever was a dream
  But it wasn't what it seemed
  Placing your hand in mine
  You could see in the dark
  You were guiding my heart
  It was you who first believed
  In all that I was made to be
  It was you looking in my eyes
  You held my hand
  And you showed me life
  And I've never been the same
  Since you first believed
  How many times did I pray
  You'd find me

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  We Will Follow the Sun

  Baby hear me
  When I tell you that I love you
  You give me reasons
  To be always thinking of you
  Day or night, night or day
  It doesn't matter
  You give me hope
  You got me dreaming of forever
  We will follow the sun together
  Will this love of ours last forever
  Who knows
  But until that day comes
  We will follow the sun
  Baby hear me
  When I tell you that I need you
  And I'm not saying this
  Only just to please you
  You and me together baby
  That's where it's at
  It's the way that I feel
  It's as simple as that
  Faith is just a sunrise away
  I love you more my baby
  With every new day

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  To Myself

  Everybody has a story to tell
  And I'd like to share mine with you
  But my heart is kind of fragile
  And I just can't imagine
  It's something that I ought to do
  And I realize
  I'm still hurting deep inside
  Where love used to live
  So I keep myself
  To myself
  I don't want nobody to know me (I keep myself)
  I keep myself
  To myself
  I don't want no lover to own me
  My heart feels like its all broken up
  In tiny pieces that I'll never find
  And I know that I will heal someday
  I will feel again
  But it might take a little more time
  And can't you see
  I'm so insulated
  No one's touchin' me
  At least for now (at least for now)
  So I keep myself
  To myself
  I don't want nobody to know me (I keep myself)
  I keep myself
  To myself
  I don't want no lover to own me
  Then in the shadows of yesterday
  Only peace of mind is when I pray
  That someday I can find a way back home
  Until I'm ready (until I'm ready)
  To love again (until I'm ready)
  Until I'm ready (until I'm ready)
  Until then
  (I keep myself)
  Then in the shadow of yesterday
  Only peace of mind is when I pray
  That somehow I would find a way
  I keep myself
  Then in the shadow of yesterday
  Only peace of mind is when I pray
  That somehow I would find a way
  I keep myself
  I keep myself
  To myself
  I keep myself
  I keep myself