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like some hoes now
Yeah, ho

What you give is what you get
What you see is what it is
And what it is is what it's been
It's me against the world,

the garbage can
Go back to the fucking place
That you came from to kill yourself
You're fucking ugly and your bitch
She got that smell
Please, do not have any

Chicken Hawk

Mack 10

Mack 10

1995

a chicken hawk hunting for a chicken 
Sticking, my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga 

"Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker" 

On a late

don't blame me not my fault
Lost her to me what you mean that's ya bidness
I would be cap if I ain't take a loss (Loss)
Came a long way from the holes in

to an angel in the dark told me fear not
Fear me 'cause I fear God
Anything I ever wanted I done found it on the inside
This time, on me I can’t miss mine

intense
I quit all my jobs I can't be tense
They say that I'm blind to common sense
I'm letting out fifty on many men
You kill him get rid of his ligaments

Raised by parents that worked on crops
That drop like stocks in Salvador
Born in a city that kills cops and pop one another
Hits the core
In Houston

a huge piece of shit
If I could kill you I would
But it's frowned upon in all fifty states
Having said that, burn in hell

So tell me how you're sleeping

doing no finessing

I ain't never hit a lick, yeah, not in my life
Cause I've really got it like that, yeah, I'm living life
Run up on me, you ain't

fuckin with niggas and started building my stacks 
My homies stabbed me in the back
Niggas will kill they bro for some ass
Oh why you mad cause I got my

games this that capture and killin shit
Cut off fingers burn houes grab the kids and kill the bitch
It get crutial i send a message ta let chu see who u

they corrupt Finna cop me by plenty

I show em what's up I rock out with my millies
You fuckers are silly Finna count through my hundreds
And fifties

Back against the wall, I'm in this shit by myself
I earned my stripes they still tryna foul, call the ref

When you comin' up, you play the cards

by one snitch you let in your midst
Walking the tight rope hit the wrong note and you slip
Now they singing to the pigs, loose lips sinking ships
But

Won't talk about my Ops, but I'm still cruel cruel
Never really cared if you did or did not like me
Catalla Chanel that's my rap Wifey
I stay with them

105 by 1/03
But flashing your money piles is for the weak
I'm just saying '09 you could find me in the creek
With a Keystone, stoned, smiling, trying

family
It’s goin be so much cake fuck around and buy a bakery
And not just dream about it like some kind of fantasy
Ballin since a young bull they call me

radar on
Paper uh
Get it now not later on
Rajon Rondo run them bands, okay you the man but what's a man to a Martian?
Inspired by Weezy, I'm really with

shit and running yo mouth have you killed trying to entertain
I'm with yo main she givin' me brain in that charger switching lanes
Keep it 100 no 50

And kill it every time
Not afraid of the face
Of the devil see him daily
I'm breaking out the chains
They placed me in
To think you'd play me
It's funny

To my dogs out there, free 'em
I'm tryna raise the ceilin'
Tryna up the stakes, not kill nobody
But still make a killin'
I'm a hard worker, pussy
I ain't

me back
I gotta let go spit flows stamp fuck a tip toe
Sick so
You haven't already let your bitch know
I used to be the saddest kid on the scene
Like

nigga, so I feel people out to get me
Not for my brain, but for the shit that a nigga givin'
Cake, cake, cake, this the whole cake
You want a piece

up in prison 
I aint do it now you mad cause the verdict not guilty nigga kill me 
Get out yo feelings Ima up until its season 
Press 1 cause I'm