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Lyric: Chicken Hawk

  • artist: Mack 10
  • album: Based On A True Story
  • seen: 1578

Talking: The record you about to hear is basically true.
  The names have been changed to protect the guilty. (You a cold nigga)
    Some breathe gangsta shit,
  we dream of gangsta shit (Repeat)
    Verse 1
  I hit licks nigga lead the hood in strong arm
  'bout to get more chickens than Foster Farms
  Now give it up or die this a mothafuckin' jack
  hustlas guard yo sack the chicken hawk is back
  Impatiently waiting out of hunger
  my instinct to kill got stronger
  my wingspan's longer
  my guns loaded up and before you know what hit you
  I jump off the wire swoop and then I get you
  And fuck a tussle bitch cause all I do is shoot
  put lead in ya dome take ya sack and ya loot
  With a foe foe (.44) revolver so my strap ain't a jammer
  I want pure Peruvian no cuttin' Arm & Hammer
  Gotta take what I need that's how the ball bounces
  now decide if you go die over thirty six ounces
  Before I go make sure no cameras in the vents
  pull a feather from my tail and dust off my claw prints
  Nigga
    Chorus
  You knew that I was dangerous
  when ya took it
  Look the Chicken Hawk two is after you
  (Repeat)
  In search of super chicken (Have you seen him?)
  (Repeat 4X)
    Verse 2
  Yo girl gave me the cock
  but now she holla rape
  So I take her to my nest
  and wrap her with the duct tape
  Pull my heat out squeeze and make these Teflons melt her
  and watch blood drip all down the walls like Heltah Skeltah
  Take flight over the woods to drop the body
  and hit a lake to rinse off 'cause my feathers all spotty
  I stalk once again caught my prey by surprise
  look in his eyes if he lies he dies before sunrise
  Where the work at fool the jack is on
  you feel the wrath of the chrome
  kick in or get your noodles blown
  So hurry the fuck up nigga take me to the safe
  It ain't no time to waste with this Magnum in ya face
  Make one false move I swear the gunshots rang out
  first I'ma kill you then I'ma blow ya bitch brains out
  A hawks technicality is pecking for his salary
  so keep the dope whoopin' while the Hawk'll keep swoopin'
    Chorus
    Mack Dime and that's one to grow on mothafuckas

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