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Hawk his ass down He a dead man
Hospital gowns had him pissing in a bed pan
If he Dissing on the gang that nigga dead then
Pull up on em lacking we

talkin' hot that got em' dropped them hollows bent his face in, yea
Don't try to run this ain't for fun we hawk him time to chase him, yea
And free Big Bro

some (So I made some nigga)
From doing what I wanted
I'm focused
Tunnel vision
Hawk's eye
Make a short wanna get my number when I walk by
Dress nicely

The biggest
Fasho

I'm in a S550 Benz
I'm in a track hawk for the jeep
These niggas say that they want smoke
I got a XD in my jeans
I had to stop

going for the day
And something to keep those squirrels from going away

See those hawks up in the sky
They're floating around
And I'm wondering why
They

Glock right by my waist, run up you get baked
I don't eat no steak, put the fish right on my plate
Hawk em, I don't skate
Run down, I don't wait
This shit

to talk
I could tell he a bitch by the way he walk (Uhuh)
My name ain't Joe don't stalk
I don't want you bitch this all talk
Bad bitch hit my ig
She see I'm

Tetra stay movin' like the hand on the clock
Got me looping up in Tokyo they think I'm Tony Hawk
Don't trust no banks with the bands, paper wallet in

avoiding collision by
Springing a few feet straight up into the sky, faster than
Olympic track. This is our I-max

The free wooded area next door not only

I´m wide awake, the canopy's my ceiling
my house a creek run dry
a pack of sioux screams tomahawk and rifle
we´ll meet on foreign sands
and by

on da money  Uma hawk ya down  She a freak low maintenance  Cooper hawk her down i had dreams if sellin Whitney and dat BOBBY brown 1200 on da books i

this flick cam gon shoot)
Maybe (a hawks game we can go to)
Baby (you can come through)
Lately (been lonely got a down mood)
Say cheese (in this flick

with that gwap you the boss now
Any nigga talk shit they get hawk down
Track hawk demons that's the only thing you seen in
People front like you ain't

'twenty-two we had bales way before that
Niggas bitches got our self lit off the ground but we can't show that
He got back doored by his bitch the street been

Gilded webs of our designs
Incessant fallacious paradigms
Long exposed by emptied cries
Inevitably, the opposition dies

Backed into a stygian corner

Yeah the Hawks fly
We livin' In the fast lane, where the truth'll lie
Use the truth or lie
Yeah, these rules they make, we don't abide by
Only thing we

seem to do is gawk.
and all you seem to do is hawk.

my oh my oh my.
now im stuck in your head can’t get me out, your mind.

know your fucking place.

when we relax

Praise the Lord, it's on Sundays
I just killed a bitch with my P-Hawk
Cranked it up inside the house, in the P-Hawk
I just killed myself

seven, eight bitches on my line
I got ten, eleven, twelve opps wanna see me die

Swear to God, I'm known by every slime
Livin' in Two-Five
Niggas is ready

Super model bitches up in the loft
Smokin chronic got me high like a hawk
Niggas aint bout no action
If it aint got nothing to do with the goal
Then it's

happened
The whole damn battalion
Got murdered by him this evening
Reminding you fuck niggas not to play games
With your life - The world is a stage
But I'm

can't let that happen I been giving it my all
I been watching my bread mighty close just like a hawk
And I been chasing this guap like it's track can't

the clouds with love
There's a hawk in the wind, with its eyes on a dove
And its flying in the sky
Just being free

Well I don't mind
We took our time
You take

me, I swear you won't even make it far
Two B's gon' hawk a nigga down, and crack gon' hit his ass from far
I seen blood spill, for real, lil' nigga,