Lyrics:
seems like my hood is cursed
Bad niggas, I thought that the good was first
My old hawk she march with a foul parade
Don't learn shit, til another child
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
me no saboteur
Painted ducks across your landscape
Happy in your domesticity
(It don't come free)
Misfortune, like a sparrow hawk, hangs over you
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
A pure and a blessed
A hawk who could ease the pain
Don't look back tell me
Is it where you belong
A place in the dark
A song without hope
Don't
disco
Chicken ordered, no Crisco
My nigga David Blaine'd your chick
Disappear like, "Where did my bitch go?"
Them cars out in my gang too
Don't Tony Hawk
the line somewhere...
Never seen the dance of the telephone poles,
As they go whizzin' by,
No I, never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'
Never
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
the gage
40 years change with the hawk sitting on her
40 ain't left the hood, 40 around the corner
40 like to drink, 40 be getting drunk
My brodies,
I Love the Life I Live
I see you watching me just like a hawk
I don't mind the way you talk
But if you touch me something's got to give
I live
Five star suite, Five star suite, Five star suite now I'm on one
I be fly like hawks, I be drippin' sauce, I be goin' hard, I ain't goin' soft
I get
I am the foe
I am the foe of the inhuman
I'll never rest until the hawk is overthrown
I am the foe
I am the foe of the inhuman
Alone I stand in
gangsta plagued childhood
People I wuz taught by stacc bodies like a pile of wood
Eagle and a hawk eye being OG is a major look
Shooter like steph
was famous
My naked wrist look like it got
Hit by a couple of paintas
Im gettin money but the fact
That im gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin
Holup Btch Its Goldie! (Goldie)
You Can tell by my rollie! (Rollie)
Cuz Im On My Grind! (Grind)
Tony Hawk No Trophy! (Trophy)
And I Ball Hard! (Hard)
by the river
You were digging up the bodies
Buried long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
by the river
You were digging up the bodies
Buried long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
Grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward
Somethin' pop off
Then I have somethin' to spark with
By the bus stop like man
I wish somebody'd push me
I'mma let
to Widdecombe Fair,
Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobbley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobbley
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