(feat. H.A.W.K.)



[talking]

My spidee-senses is tingling, I can feel it (feel it)

It's coming (it's coming), we done worked hard for it

I feel it, it's coming



[H.A.W.K.]

It all started, back in '92

That's when I met Screw, and our relationship grew

Right then, I knew

He was on to a breakthrough, that he turned me onto

This what we gon do

We gon make you a Screw tape, I'ma build you a fan base

Deal signed, with a handshake

I showcased over hard tapes, moved at a fast pace

They lined up, at the front gate

And by day break, Screw sold out of tapes

The city's going ape, laws trying to hate

Screw had the hood, hotter than a fireplace

This is the birthplace, of S.U.C

And I wanted, to be a part of history

Before I'm done with it, I must do one thang

Hold a Grammy up, and scream out Screw's name



[talking]

(DJ Screw) I can feel it, it's destined to happen

The grind been too hard, S.U.C. we fin to do it



[H.A.W.K.]

Botany had the streets up fiending

They came out with "Smokin' & Leanin", the whole click was plotting and scheming

E, made 'em "Swang & Bang"

He was doing his thang, then he got locked up mayn

Ke' dropped "Don't Mess With Texas"

Sold a hundred thousand records, the buzz is getting real hectic

Next up to bar, was a cat named Fat Pat

It was a proven fact, he was the leader of the pack

Then Fat Pat was killed, things were going downhill

The whole click, had a void to fill

The click had to reveal, it was real in the field

We was all, trying to get deals

Pokey got one, then Lil' O

Ke' got in the do', and then Big Moe

Even though, they were all that go

The click got a foot in the do', we coming back though



[talking]

Time moves on baby, we grown men now

We gon make this here happen, for DJ Screw

Fat Pat, Mafio, I can feel it-I can feel it



[H.A.W.K.]

My intuitions, got my palms itching

Got my eyes twitching, that y'all niggaz ain't listening

This to show, is I'm a true Christian

I'm on a new mission, to put the group in position

To break out, of rap prison

I got Pat's vision, to add along with my wisdom

And I feel, like Jadakiss

I get's the least recognition, but I spit the hardest shit

16 bars, or 18 hard

I'll bring it to ya raw, straight to your front yard

I don't bar, my click don't either

Not Nas, but I spit that ether

If I shine, then we all gon glisten

We a team, like the Detroit Pistons

H.A.W.K. is the name, remember it mayn

Can't nan nigga shield my reign, I'm coming mayn