(feat. Big Hawk)



[talking]

South-Sive, the young Don

You motherfucking right, I'm back man

H-A-W-K, my motherfucking big brother

This for the late great Fat Pat

DJ Screw baby, you did it

You started this monster man, ha-ha



[Lil' Keke]

We did that, just to prove a point

When we in the vocal booth, we'll crash the joint

Another callabo, reaching for mo' do'

Geeking and spitting flow, teaching a weak hoe

Let me go, I drop raps a mile a minute

Done six hundred thousand, local and independent

Boys see me flow, but they can't see me do'

Cutting out the middle man, when you the CEO

I mash and get crunk, and do it for Corey Blunt

Take a two week trip, throw fifty up out the trunk

Mastermind, take it to another level

Basically I'm saying, that I'm platinum in the ghetto

Fuck a major deal, we get nine a pop

Pressing up seventy thousand, everytime we drop

Release six a year, you do the math

I'ma stay in the studio, and let you hear the slab



[Hook x2: Lil Keke & (H.A.W.K.)]

We did this, just to let you niggaz know

(mic check straight wreck, when we come with the flow)

Representing, for the S.U.C

(coldest lyricists, in the 7-1-3), hey



[H.A.W.K.]

7-1-3, is the area code

7-45, is how I hog the road

24/7 nigga, I stay blowed

And all the hoes say H.A.W.K., is thoed

It's the great one, brother of the late one

The straight one, when I bust with this gun

Don't hate son, cause the flow is polish

Never went to college, but still blessed with knowledge

Never had a major deal, and don't even want it

I just flex my skill, and crush my opponent

However you want it, I bring it hard to the rack

And y'all must forgot, I got platinum placks

And that's a fact, the next best thing to crack

To hear one of my songs, you gotta ring it back

Rewind that shit, get off in your mind and shit

The kid is sick, and I love the way he spit



[Hook x2]



[Lil' Keke]

We spit this rap, and drive this map

Then I kick this flow, and go for mo'

Then I let you niggaz know, that I don't play

Smoke this light green, everyday

I'm on my way, me and my nigga Big Hawk-y

Across the water, alert the Nextel walkie

Young Don, and they just can't see

Another cold nigga, from the 7-1-3



[H.A.W.K.]

Ke hit me on the walkie, so I hit him back

Did you hear what we did, to that Worm track

We did that, boys better back on back

Or I'll react, and dominate just like Shaq

H.A.W.K. and the Don, really we don't barre none

We the shit, and y'all mo'fuckers the runs

Here we come, so y'all better move around

It's the 7-1-3, bout to shut shit down



[Hook x2]