and tight Changin four lanes again, fools get tamed again Clothes the right position, asked my name again P.I. flossy, why would you talk G Crowds'll hawk
Pour Bacardi out, get ignit If you full grown, and you tryin' to bone Fuck goin' home, get ignit I keeps it way mean for the green, more muscle than a hawk
niggas, is self employed, now We livin' in a time-frame, where it?s all big business We gotta understand that the young niggas, is runnin' big business
buyers, rap liars and trap wires Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy Watch "Menace II Society", think about Chauncey The snitch factor, now it's a big
business [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] You ain't the only one with big wallets Got it, my shits brollic, dot it But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace Honest. Stealing +BIG
them bars in the lifer's house You don't know me, see the Ghost when the lights go out Kill yo' ass while you daydream, nigga I put your big man to sleep
this ain't no cartoon My bullets clear out the room I said "Boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son." Like that rooster and that chicken hawk I
' to mock me Now you and your crew are on a mission tryin' to hawk me But it isn't happenin' ya fraudulent foes You used to front big time now I suppose
get it nowhere for the west fool Fuck around with the stress and that ain't cool You can't handle my shit when it's smokin' One mo' big ass hittin' and
sucker Better duck ah, i'ma buck ya Serve you like a clucker, punk muthafucka You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights Niggas on the run, lil hawk
the motherfuckin house Eiht hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah 1/2 oz in the motherfuckin house My niggaz on the run in the motherfuckin house Lil hawk
, gotta kill it, the enemy is close Keeps the look out, strap's in your hand as you post Who's afraid of the big black wolf? Spittin', keeps hittin'
you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player niggas That's out for dough Getting money 24 Lil' hawk fo' sho' Geah [lil hawk
) for fools that's tryin to let off Chill gots the Mac up them killin niggas doin drive bys, lighten up yo' whole fuckin yard like fire flies Little Hawk
fingerprints on some choppers Listenin' to the scanner, I hear the Penelope's say "Man uhh, them nigger boys, I can't stand uhh" Young hoodlums sellin hawk
the talent show And for all and hoop games had hoes Hilail and Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho' Reece assists and Redge with the Toma hawked up Then
Words and music by bob seger Took a look down a westbound road, Right away I made my choice Headed out to my big two-wheeler, I was tired of my own voice
could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin' which clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by hawk