(feat. Al D, Big Pokey, H.A.W.K.)

[Hook:]

War born, stuck in the storm with no alarm
Bringing harm, witness these days of ^!$$%'nam
Dropping bombs, you don't wanna $#&@ with us

See my click is too thick, we armed and dangerous

[Mr. 3-2:]

It's a brand new era, no time to slow down
Me and my ^!$$%z, come to get you like bloodhounds
Spitting rounds from the K, on a mission to set it off

You don't want problems, with the number one mob boss
Lost in convoy, twenty vehicles deep
Looking for trouble, getting head in the backseat

These ^!$$%z be bumping like hoes, they need to quit it
Hitting up a ^!$$% dick, and lying just to kick it
I'm way too wicked, and focused on my paper

Spitting Gulf Coast game, I'm a big old heavyweighter
Southside Playa, Mr. 3-2
Governor of the game, us real G's pay dues


[H.A.W.K.:]
I hit with hard blows, you ^!$$%z like free throws

I'm $#&@ing you ^!$$%z hoes, and spitting these raw flows
I'm down like ten toes, with work and condo
And with my snub nose, haters fall like dominos

What I say goes, my neck and wrist froze
I love to rock shows, and count up zeros
I love to write rhymes, $#&@ in my spare time

Meet my deadline, and commit these petty crimes
A Southern juggernaut, the chicken is in a pot
I'm giving it all I got, space age like an astronaut

My temperature boiling hot, the fire is heated
And in this day in age, H.A.W.K. won't be defeated


[Al-D:]
Sworn to bring harm, like the force of a storm
Leaving my enemies torn, while they whale and scorn

You know the deal, it's kill or be killed so keep a strap
$#&@ that vest on your chest, (*##$ I'm aiming for your back
I attack with art of war, and it's swarming on my foes

Leaving holes in they clothes, from they head to they toes
Got a close on beam, feddy in my team
$#&@ing with my family, that's a dangerous thing

We want war blood's on, (*##$ you ready to die
(*##$ you ready to die, $#&@ing with the G.I.
We mash ^!$$%z $$# ^!$$%, ^!$$% $#&@ your crew

And anybody else bumping (*##$, $#&@ them too

[Big Pokey:]

I can't slack off all day, sit around and jack off
Keep my heat ready, to knock a (*##$ back off
Mash for mine, put up numbers like Stackhouse

My spizzot got the same scope, as the Shaq got
Hardest Pit hit, same way as a crack house
Go in snatch your c.d., come right back out

Pull this crack out, and sold it for three
Shot to the studio, ripped the track with Mike D
You know me, untamed gorilla

Hit a ^!$$% when he sleep, put his brains in the pilla
Fo' peeler, stunting in Hummers and fo' wheelers
A thousand proofless, daddy fa sho ^!$$%


[Clay-Doe:]
The young and the oldies, we're chunking the cheese

Bringing worse robberies, bagging for !@(% on they knees
I'm Clay-Doe, cop the peso
And I say so, you (*##$ it's Waco

I'm riding by drive down, report to the front line
^!$$% got the torch hot, ready to do' mine
All the time, the quicker better cheddar getter

The rubber grips and extra clips, ready for whatever
Y'all say y'all thick, but %#@! y'all numbers the norm
When we step up in the club, that's when that (*##$ get warm

War born, hand over fist stuck in the storm
Ready to ride up drop down, drop a mother$#&@ing bomb

[Mike D:]
Play it how it go, lay low stack that paper

Play it how it go, while I pull another caper
Play it how it go, no time to play games
I'm a young Jesse James, Corleon's my name
You wanna-be ballers, ain't stopping a Hogg
I'm on a million dollar mission, to get it all

Ready to buck a hoe, so lay it down on the flo'
^!$$% this is my world, and I'ma play it how it go
You smidget digit midgets, out there stunting for fame
Talking down on a Hogg name, sparking up old games
Chunk me the keys to the Hummer, time to ride down your block

And it's stopping we won't stop, short stoppers get dropped

[Hook x2]