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(*Talking*) Southside, H.A.W.K. Throw them hands up
[H.A.W.K.] I`m a H-Town nigga, representing Southside Sitting on chrome, and my body frame wide Wood block guy, sitting on buck eyed See a pair of thick thighs, ask her do you wanna ride Of course she do, so she jumped right in Cause it`s her first time, even sitting in a Benz Five hundred series, with the light blue lens And you can hear the wind, whenever the rims spin Sitting in my low, and we watching TV She said ain`t you Big H.A.W.K., from the S.U.C. Of course it`s me, can`t you 20-20 see And plus the vision from my chain, had your vision blurry I could tell by her eye, she was captured by the fame Said she loved it, just spell my name She was on dang-a-lang, cause I could rap and I could sing And I could tell she was lame, to this grown man`s game
[Hook: H.A.W.K. & (Lil` O) - 2x] Here`s a little something for the boppers in the club (yeah) All my real thugs, pulling up on dubs (yeah) Throw your hands up, show a real nigga love (nigga) nigga what (nigga) nigga what (nigga) nigga what (nigga what)
[H.A.W.K.] Dead End ringleader, and I`m calling the shots Use to push crack rock, till I hit the jackpot Hidden in a stash spot, got the 4-4 cocked Me and Jack we a team, like Captain Kirk and Spock I`m a former quarter sacker, ran with car jackers Now a rapper turned actor, but still a pistol packer Don`t work for the cracker, unless it`s for mills Cause I`m funky than I`m fired, won`t pay my bills Showing skills make mills, with the lyrics I spill And I`d be in jail, if looks could kill Cause I love to make do`, love to spit flows Whether rain sleet or snow, like Black Rob on Whoa Ten G`s a show, if you ask for promo What`s up Big H.A.W.K., well the answer is no Gotta go gotta go, cause it`s crunk in the club Got everybody screaming, nigga what nigga what
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.] Now it`s the last verse, so it`s a must I wreck For my day one niggaz, on them grey cassettes Cause I`m far from a rookie, I`m a certified vet And I ain`t even broke a sweat, cause I ain`t finished yet Even got all the haters, jumping all up on it And everytime you see me, it`s a Kodak moment Now sticks and stones, won`t break my bones And since Fat Pat gone, I`m gon add to the throne I`m the General in charge, so call me sire And after this plateau, it don`t get no higher I spit rapid fire, and I don`t misfire A lyrical high wire, hotter than a blow dryer As I start to perspire, from this verbal assault My career will catapult, and it ain`t my fault I`m too hard to swalla, and too big to over look And the best way to end this, is with the hook
[Hook - 2x]
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