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

H.A.W.K. (Big Hawk) - War lyrics

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(feat. Big Pokey)



[gun shots]



[Chorus]

War (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga)

We'll take your boys to war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga)

In these streets we raw (nigga), raw (nigga), raw (nigga)

We'll take your boys to war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga)



[H.A.W.K]

War, bullet holes in your car

Right cross to the jaw, like the southpaw

I'm bound to leave a scar, Dead End outlaw

Coldest you ever saw, rough, rugged and raw

A step above the law, but I don't gangbang

I pull out that thang, and I let bullets rain

I pack a straight aim, you fin to scream in pain

Two slugs to the brain, po' mo' in your brain

If it's war that you want, then it's war that you'll get

Talk shit you hit, and get your wig split

I hate to admit, you just a hypocrite

A slick son of a bitch, that sits and rides dick

(bitch), one false move and you bleed

(bitch), nigga you way out your league

(bitch), I got a family to feed

And don't look for me to bless you, if you sleeze



[Chorus]



[Big Pokey]

When it's war, I can go scar for scar

If a nigga turn his cheek, go jaw for jaw

Kick doors, break through bars, me I'm a murdera

Raw as me, this crock bull'll murk your street

Cop killas, make em bleed when they hit the fizeet

They gon find you kissing the street, missing your teeth

Some of these cats is playing, softball

Put that bat down, swing at a golf ball

I can get raw dog, when niggas stud up

Don't get your block knocked off, wig cut up

Kids come up missing, when it's bad blood

Somebody gon find you fishing, full of mad slugs

You'll duck that ass my heat, body bagged with tagged they feet

Gon be sad, you shouldn't of fucked with me

You know me, always keep my guards up

Cause when it's war, niggas get scarred up



[Chorus]



[H.A.W.K]

I said it I meant it, I don't have to ask the lieutenant

The super intendant, or better yet the U.S. Senate

The rules I'm bending, my soldas are definitely winning

I'm a tank like No Limit, and it ain't no gimmick

I crush the opposition, won't make no proposition

The modest of competition, and murk the politician

Y'all niggas is wishing, and falling out of position

You low on ammunition, and starting that ass kissing

AK must spray, my bullets they ricochet

They scrape your vertebrae, and have you screaming (mayday)

The General In Charge, of espi-onage

Critiques in camouflage, to catch you off guard

You're just a sarge, and your truth is fraud

I'll take away your strife, cause you cats is broads

My actions are flagrant, the rules of engagement

Are those you ain't since, lying on the pavement, it's



[Chorus]
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