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
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
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'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
on the table In this camp I'm champ, I hit a big up amp I spit shit that claps, and gives the track a cramp [Chorus x4] [H.A.W.K.] Like Ja I rule, plus
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.
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
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
'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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 x2] [H.A.W.K