H.A.W.K. (feat. Big Moe, Kedra Brown)

Hawk

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    [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]

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    [H.A.W.K.:]
    Here record assassin, 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
    Fuck 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 cum I be the

    [Hook x12]

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