H.A.W.K. - Freestyle lyrics

(*talking*) Professionals Entertainment, and Roc-4Roc you b**h What up H-A-Dub, y'all be on the look out for that S.U.C. album The Take Over, dropping this summer We ain't playing no games, with you n***as 2005 to 2010, we running this sh** [H.A.W.K.] It's the Southern region governot, infiltrating every block Soft hard rock for rock, a force in this hip-hop Destination is the top, everything I spit is hot Every chick I hit is hot, everything you want I got I'm calling motherf**ers out, that's just the bottom line Vocab and punch lines, blowing motherf**ers minds I'm real bout my grind, I'm real with my rhyme I'm real bout everythang, a real n***a gon shine My life's in the Lord's hand, and I fear no man I grind and stay praying, in Jesus name amen H.A.W.K. is the nickname, the flow is sick mayn Real lunatic mayn, a hot boy like Lil' Wayne Spit flames and give game, and don't mix with no name No shame in my game, jump fly I take aim Bang-bang I shot you down, don't f** around with H-Town Coming soon to your town, and shut that motherf**er down 50/50, ay... [50/50 Twin] News travel fast, but the Jag travel quicker See me I make the news, if I had a little liquor If I pop my trunk, not your average lil' kickers Six 18's, on three amps when it lift up You do Lamborghinis, so I got a plan blood On my whip, the back two slide like van doors Pop more tops, than Budweiser and Coors Set up shop in your spot, make more than a landlord Confident am I, keep it confidential Try to jack cause you lack, I confront your dentures I get money by the mile, you a bunch of inches They like eachother, if I'm amongst a bunch of b**hes Number 1 Stunner on my arm, I use to hustle to Baby You take do' you made, from your hustle to ladies I'm so sure, you the type that lucked up and made it 70's was pretty raw, but it can't f** with the 80's Say we 80's babies, are so damn belligerent Movies like Colors, and Scarface is stealing them Two chains I'm stealing them, house that I'm stealing him And leave his b**h a** with fifty cent, like Eminem [Ankaman] Another hit, up out the motherf**ing gutter This the one you bang in your trunk, when you glide on cutters Females collide with the rubbers, slab slide like bu*ter Just witness none other, than the bonified hustler Diamonds against the wood, got em blind from the luster Dime broads from every background, when I f** her A mack in my own right, put it down from the Bucker Leave a block with the work, push it down to you cluckers If you ain't making no ends on the grind, you's a s**er I'm making my soul glow, with all the shine I could muster A 45 tucker, nine mili' make em suffer For n***as that's out of line, you's a fool out of luck'a Pull the tool out the tucker, ain't no jive a** shucker Turn a stand-up dude, to a hit the ground ducker If you ain't knowing by now, then I be the introducter It's agent W-K, Ankaman and 50 f**er