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H A W K What You Boys Know

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-

out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin' eyes out I'm insane by a long shot, hey Chuckwick Bill a.k.a Charles Libre A short nigga with

3 [H.A.W.K.] Back Back playa raise up off me Shit that a stick is hotter than a cup of coffee Your mistakes a cost me when you messing with my stash

take off your clothes Lord knows, ain't no time to play Commence to fuckin' and a suckin' on the H.A.W.K. Wanna be a balla, shot caller Twenty inch

h-town's facin' Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on cd-roms Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum Only real niggas know

smoke a hoe Smoke a hoe, smoke a hoe, smoke two, smoke a few Got my motherfucking crew, now what you wanna do? B U S H W I C K blowing niggas away Doing

I'm still living [H.A.W.K.:] See a friend in need, is a friend indeed Not just being cool, cause I smoke good weed Not sitting round me, with a trick

and I'm a pass, not my nigga H.A.W.K dogg - I'm a miss everytime I think about him when I'm drivin, I'm a just (I'm a just) [Verse 2: Pimp C] I'm a

how it feels getting hit with a drill caps we peel high as a hill and you know the crowds I thrill and from here on to Nashville you know we lookin trill