H.A.W.K. - That's Me lyrics

[Chorus 2x] [Lil' O] (H.A.W.K) Hey n***a that's me (that's me) I stay underground so I can shine and stack G'z (stack G'z) These coward a** n***as ain't got the heart to jack me (jack me) And when it to guns n***a I pack three (pack three) n***a that's me (that's me) [Lil O] Hey I live la vida loca (yeah) Slanging c**a (yeah) Stay out on Barre and in and out the Cold House (for real) They say stop hustlin' but I don't know how (I can't) I'm trying to get the six big body chromed out (uh-huh) Cause I want more b**hes than a damn hoe house (come here) Hop out the limo with two broads like whoa now! (whoa!) Fat rat with the cheese man he off the hook (uh-huh) When you see the fat rat man you stop and look (uh-huh) You need work call fat rat he got them books (uh-huh) You better not try to jack fat rat got them crooks (uh-uh) That be knockin' on a n***a door (n***a door) And make them s**ers feel the pain like the figure four (b**h!) In two thousand I ain't playing with these n***a roes (yeah) All these haters gone start respecting little O (what!) I'm a gorilla (yeah) That's untamed (what) I let my guns flame (booa!) And bust fifty shots through land and wood grain [Mike D] n***a, n***a, n***a that's me! (That Mike D!) On the trill you dummies! Froze up the whole block on dots and a hummy Young mommies want a hog that ain't cuffing the puttee They want a jigga with figures sittin' swole with them goodies So follow me now to the land of the brick lick hitters Go getters and wig splitters and a little game that gives shivers Playboy how you figure you can step to a hog Let off a hundred rounds drums punishing you and yo dogs My platoon issue wounds that don't heal up n***a when the Mack-9 reel up you better throw your shield up We dope runners and cake runners All out big head hunters three glots and sixin it off the chain young stunners Better slow down lil daddy before you f** around and get pegged Run you off like a scared dog with your tail between your legs Wanna be a baller when this G-sh** go down This my time when I clown that yo click out in one rhyme [Chorus 2X] [H.A.W.K] I'm a outlaw (outlaw) I'll bring it to you raw Southpaw (southpaw) bone knuckles to the jaw Above the law and all military forces A hustler run the block like obstacle courses I stand taller than Sasquatch Rolex my wrist watch And when the gloat co*k it's strictly head shots If a n***a got beef I knock out teeth Steal you like a thief make the a**whippin' brief Bring your family grief if the situation is getting sticky My trigger fingers itchy cause my business is risky You better not miss me (don't miss me) Or you a** is history (Bye-bye!) Yella tape the lot on an unsolved mystery I can't deny pull more stunts than fog eye Snitch and you'll die like bacon you will fry My alibi "I wasen't even on the scene" But bullet shells left a trail from the M-16 [Chris Ward] I'm one of the ones (that's me) That's an usual suspect A thug that hang on an infested drug set And stack chips, stay strap and pack clips With hollow tips that will make you n***as do backflips And If we go toe to toe I'll break your jaw In three or four places like I break the law Ghetto dope man yellow stone smokes man Got k**ers and dealers on my team from here to Oakland That's movin' more powder than Johnson and Johnson I'm a d**h wish to n***as just like Charles Bronson I'm uncut and lethal like LSD Cocaine mixed with acid and PCP Rap game a**a**in If I raise I blast and bury n***as six feet deep in the gra** So if anybody ask Tell Chris Ward is dangerous For the fact my profile is mob style and gangsterous [Chrous 2X] [Lil' O] (talking) n***a that me n***a I'm tired of playin games n***a We gon sperate the the monkey from the gorillas The cowards from the k**ers The roach n***as from the go getters bout they scrilla The fake n***as gon hate us but the thugs gone feel us man You boys gone respect this and remember you ain't got to like it n***a But you gon respect it n***a Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it n***a So if we don't f** with you n***a don't ask why we don't f** with you n***a Get on your f**in' note n***a We puttin it down the way it's supose to go down n***a Don't ask why we don't come around n***a We ain't friendly n***a we ain't ya motherf**in friend man We trying to get this paper n***a You out here playin games You do what you supose to be doin I'ma do what I'm supose to do what I'm suposed to be doin' n***a That's for real n***a That from the Fat Rat with the cheese that's gonna anwser all your questions Why we ain't called you and why we ain't f**in' with you n***a South-seea-for-lea s**a!