(*talking*)
Yes, and at this time I would like to give a big
I mean a very very big round of, f** you
To you hoe a** n***az, out here swooping on that b**h
Afilliated playas, representing
(H.A.W.K.)
Now real is real, and fake is fake
Just follow my guidelines, don't make the same mistakes
They say blood's thicker than water, but how thick is your blood
Is it thicker than the mud, that I'm made of
I could give ya love, would you die for me
Will you always be around, like when ya get high with me
Or could it be, that I am crazy
To be all I can be, for my worst enemy
Deceive me, 3-2 and my partna Mafio
It's so fa sho, bout to knock down the do'
Today is fold, like my baby bro
Who put the light up on me, for my high pro glow
I'm so fa sho, whether it's stage or studio
A pot of gold is for me, at the end of the rainbow
Ain't no game hoe, see I'm serious bout mine
And in 199'grind, it's my time to shine
I'm lyrically inclined, to put boys to shame
And as time pa**es, all y'all gon scream my name
(Hook - 2x)
Man, what's happening out here
See these n***az, putting sh** up in y'all ears
We switching game, like n***az switch gears
We on the grind, with blood sweat and tears
(Mr. 3-2)
What's happening out here, too much capping out here I ain't having this here
It's just me my fifty caliber, and it's no man I fear
I never thought sh**, would get so funny
My partna left a free world, with c**aine and money
He wasn't tripping, but you know how n***az do
You go to jail, mentality of hoe n***az is f** you
They run off with your paper, and your cheese
Cash in off your profit, and play broke on the streets
The game go deep, n***a why the f** you think I'm bulletproof
I ain't just running round here trying to cap, baby I speak the truth
Now raise the roof, when we're flossing in the dropper baby
My motto is f** you n***a, cause God made me
And that's the only war, that I gotta answer to
Mr. 3-2, quit that bumping cause I'ma do you
From the very first time, I hear you talking down
Set an example off the top, and let you know it's H-Town n***a
(Hook - 2x)
(Big Steve)
Man I feel a whoop, coming on
Times of the times, got Mafio gone
Something is telling me, leave these fools alone
So I stay high, still riding in my zone
I break bread with these n***az, say they love me
Even though sometimes, friends wanna bust me
The old change, that I owe boys in the game
I never knew, bout these loot who*es in the game
Stealing change, out the back seat of my car
Cause they know, Mafio sell big bar
In the jug or prescription, or baby jar
See me chopping up the blocks, in a foreign car
Me and my gang afilliates, we roll candy red
And that's for Fat Pat, b**h now turn your head
See I'm locked in the game, like Corleone
n***a I ride for ya baby, till ya come home
Strapped with .45 chromes, me and 3-2
Wrecking shop with Big H.A.W.K., b**h we k**ing you
And I'ma leave you motherf**ers, on that note
Man what's happening out here, b**h I'm cut throat
(Hook - 2x)