E.S.G. - Boss Hawg lyrics

(*talking*) Mic check mic check, my mic on Yo, I wanna make sure this motherf**er on So I can tell all these b**h a** n***as It's a new world order, Wreckshop n***a Wreckshop n***a [Hook] Man we put it down, man we put it down Known to bust a n***a head, if he wanna clown Man we put it down, man we put it down So motherf** the FED's and them hoes, this our town n***a we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs Back against the wall, we gon still stand tall n***a we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs Back against the wall, we gon still stand tall, f** y'all [Chikkenhawk] You motherf**ers pack a pistol, we launch nuclear missiles Incinerate all adversaries, till we accomplish our mission All you playa haters talking, you dead men walking Call us Wreckshop executioners, like a**a**ins we stalking And I'm the n***a that's Chikkenhawk'n, hunt you down and cloudy skies With a machete under my wing, chopping you n***as down to size Looking for screens and rise, putting the fear in your eyes And your heart I know you scared, b**h you better run and hide Write your last will and testament, kiss your family goodbye Make your peace motherf**er, cause of your hating you die You tried to steal our game, but these years you can't fade It's Wreckshop and Southside, from the cradle to the grave Chikkenhawk and Sean Pymp, E.S.G. is the captain Go hard to calculate, and make big money with the rapping And I'll never take a loss, that I can't take right back I'm boss hogging and regulating, busting heads with the strap [Hook] [Sean Pymp] n***a I'm down like a dump truck, on fo' flats Got you living paranoid, like your brain's on crack Keep on gunning bustas running, like a hundred yard dash Cause I rat-tat-tat-tat, on that funky b**h a** Unleashing terror to the game, from the pressures on brain b**hes eating off my name, trying to feed off my fame But f** you b**hes, cause y'all ain't sh** Bouncing on my dick, like a pogo stick Or Mr. 16-Shotti, pull up k**uminati Keep bouncing part the body, fed up like teriyaki Sauce when I floss, I ain't taking no loss You paid the cost to be the boss, but I'ma break yo a** off I'm taking all that there, and all this here Cleaning household motherf**ers, like I'm Mr. Belvedere Or Major Benson, cause n***a Sean Pymp'n You run your damn mouth, there's gonna be a damn lynching [Hook] [E.S.G.] You gon feel me now when I come through the do' See me strapped, with a big 4-4 That Everyday Street Gangsta, ain't taking that bullsh** no mo' But f** you po-po's, you h*mos don't think it's hard to get ya This rap game ain't the only way, to go to war wit ya Sixteen bars don't split you, what about sixteen slugs Multiply that by two, I'm coming with 32 thugs Chop your a** to the nub, ain't no Crip or no Blood But I can tackle a n***a, right in front of the club And if I drop my Glock, I'm acting like I'm in a cell block Leave a p**y in your head, from a lock in the sock Now I'm a go-getter n***a, like that's the man he on rocks Local rappers get paranoid, they can't stand when I drop I leave they brain sets God, I'm so god damn hard They looking a god damn shotgun house, in 3rd Ward They broke down your crew, I hate to tell you But Cynthia Cooper, is more motherf**ing man than you [Hook] (*talking*) So now and forever, n***a from the cradle to the grave Is the only way you gon feel me, said you wanna k** me Motherf**er, and that's real