H.A.W.K. (Big Hawk)

H.A.W.K. (Big Hawk) - H.a.w.k. lyrics

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(feat. Big Moe, Kedra Brown)



[Hook x4: Big Moe & (Kendra)]

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 ambassador

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 x4]



[H.A.W.K.:]

Here record assassin, 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 x4]



[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 jewelry, leaves your vision blurred

Fuck 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 x12]
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