(feat. Lil' Keke, Big Pokey, Mike D)



[talking]

God damn it let's do it E, what ha-ha

The motherfucking young Don, H-A-W-K

Day one niggaz, ain't that right Sensei

Corleone (Corleone) ha-ha, Screwed Up Click

C.M.G. ha, if it's up to me it is



[Lil' Keke]

Down in H-Town, the realest gon stand out

From the city of no pity, the gritty you get shot

I'm the big boss the young Don, however you want it

And them six figgas with bitches, I done had that moment

I get my crush on my rush on, I love this game

Make your mouth taste like shit, when you mention my name

Cause I'm adding and subtracting, looking over distractions

Y'all struggling everyday mayn, we chilling and relaxing

They asking for the best, so I'm letting 'em see the best

In my Bentley top down, with a vest on my chest

I'm smoking weed by the barrels, Iceberg apperals

Niggaz know my songs, like they Christmas carols

If it wasn't for the ice, the streets'll get burned

Why the hell I ain't balling, cause it ain't your turn

You can't see me can't be me, don't make me have to show ya

Covered in ice, call me Rocky Balboa nigga



[Hook x2]

Down in H-Town, the realest gon stand out

If it wasn't for the ice, the streets'd be hot

Count six factors, crushing all you actors

On the Southside, we ain't scared of no jackers



[Mike D]

Down in H-Town, chit-chatters get the gatling

Baby you duck face, when this ccalicostart rattling

Nigga you know me, gun-ho brick feeter

Intercept your funds and ones, H-Town block bleeder

Enter the do' on swoll, in a all black Range Rover

Mobbing like a steam roller, with a cash bag on my shoulder

Don't get caught in the clutch, without a pop in your drawas

Be slipping and dipping, and find a chopper to your jaws

H-Town's my home, and bar no jacker and his mama

Load it up for the drama, 4-4's pause you like a camma

Hell-a heat's a must, or get your damn wig touched

Mess around and get crunched, or find your baby mama fucked

We keep the streets congested, Mickey Mouse block prince

Flooded in cloud dust, acting like the U.S. Mint

Heaven sent niggaz, grave diggas for figgas

And send shivers to you jiggas, unloading triggas cause uh we



[Hook x2]



[Big Pokey]

I keep my game face on, when I'm punching the clock

Trying to climb to the top man, it just don't stop

Wanna dip in the pot, keep a whipping for spot

Got a gator for a Houpe', so I don't flip it a lot

Keep about a half a brick, distribute it out

If niggaz don't pay back, then niggaz get shot

On my block, we play chess with techs

And if the price is right, we'll twist ya neck

Cats get they wig cracked, for disrespect

Plus a slug in your thigh, with a hole in your sweats

I'm that nigga on your trail, when you rolling a Lac

Bout two cars behind, on the 1100 stretch

Running you down, catch up I'm gunning you down

By this time next week, you'll be under the ground

That's what you chumps get, for running in mine

Fuck around and get one in your spine, I ain't lying



[Hook x2]



[H.A.W.K.]

Crown the king, the champ has entered the ring

Get under my wing, better duck when I swing

First string, clicks please like a trained Marine

Wolverine, scare niggaz like Halloween

I'm underrated, easily agitated

Aggravated, my mouthpiece contaminated

Educated, vocabulary complicated

And the lyrics that I spit, are sprinkled and saturated

Most niggaz hate it, cause they ain't the chosen

In H-Town, niggaz neck and wrist are frozen

Ask your stolen, cause we the realest no doubt

And the ice on my piece, it need to thaws out

I brought the raw out, cause I ain't scared of no jackers

And the heat that I pack, hit harder than linebackers

Call the dispatcher, cause niggaz gon bleed

If Ke' is Balboa, then I'm Apollo Creed nigga what



[Hook x2]