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H.A.W.K lyrics : "H.A.W.K."

(feat. Big Moe, Kedra Brown)

[Hook x4: Big Moe & (Kendra)]

H-A-W-K, (H-A-W-K)

[H.A.W.K.:]

Hardcore carnivoure, the man you can't ignore
Certified platinum artist, 'fore my album hit the store
Further more it's for sure, like I said before

I deserve a encore, plus a whole lot more
Time to settle the score, like Charlie Baltimore
Made the crowd uproar, Southside ambassador

From Ecuador Singapore, to El Salvador
Got fans galore, that label me the emperor
I'm the king, better get up under my wing

Bling-bling, goes the rocks on my bezeltyne
Ching-ching, it's money over everything
A battling, all broads on my ding-a-ling

Pinky ring, glistening with bout two karats
Balling, out of control is a daily habit
Living lavish, following the steps of Alita

As I strive on a quest, to be my brother's succeeder I be the

[Hook x4]


[H.A.W.K.:]
Here record $$#assin, I'm dangerous

Plus my status, is platinum plus
If you talking down, you need to hush
Riding 20 inches, on my 6-4 bus

Step out of line, I got to bust
Leave out of state, remain anonymous
I'm bout the dollar, in God I trust

Don't mess with broads, that are scandalous
All of these haters, envy me
Cause they see my face, on BET

Me and Kay-K, and Ron G
Bout to take over, this industry
All of my partnas, feeling me

Balling out of control, to the highest degree
Everything costs, ain't nothing free
I got more zero's, than the lottery I be the


[Hook x4]


[H.A.W.K.:]
I'm the thoedest of the thoedest, when it comes to words
And definitely one of the coldest, when it comes to birds

Are V's get slurred, with these nouns and verbs
Plus the flashing of my jewelry, leaves your vision blurred
$#&@ what you heard, my dress code superb

And like Outkast, I stay crumbling herb
I'm off the hook, the man you can't over look
All crooks, bout to get they manhood took

Raise the roof, if you got a fat pocketbook
Now look, I'm in magazines and books
Rap game icon, and I don't bar none

Spit the realest of the real, like the Holy Caron
The Don phenomenon, pushing black Yukon
Can't you see I'm the one, that they label the bomb

I leave 'em sprung, cloud full of smoke in my lungs
And by the flipping of the tongue, I can make your gal### I be the


[Hook x12]

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