Kendra - H.A.W.K. lyrics

[Hook: Big Moe & (Kendra) - 4X] 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 amba**ador 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 - 4X] [H.A.W.K.] Here record a**a**in, 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 - 4X] [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 j**elry, leaves your vision blurred f** 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 - 12X]