Текст песни E.S.G., Sean Pymp, Chikkenhawk - Boss Hawg
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(*talking*)Mic check mic check, my mic onYo, I wanna make sure this motherfucker onSo I can tell all these bitch ass niggazIt`s a new world order, Wreckshop niggaWreckshop nigga[Hook]Man we put it down, man we put it downKnown to bust a nigga head, if he wanna clownMan we put it down, man we put it downSo motherfuck the FED`s and them hoes, this our townNigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogsBack against the wall, we gon still stand tallNigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogsBack against the wall, we gon still stand tall, fuck y`all[Chikkenhawk]You motherfuckers pack a pistol, we launch nuclear missilesIncinerate all adversaries, till we accomplish our missionAll you playa haters talking, you dead men walkingCall us Wreckshop executioners, like assassins we stalkingAnd I`m the nigga that`s Chikkenhawk`n, hunt you down and cloudy skiesWith a machete under my wing, chopping you niggaz down to sizeLooking for screens and rise, putting the fear in your eyesAnd your heart I know you scared, bitch you better run and hideWrite your last will and testament, kiss your family goodbyeMake your peace motherfucker, cause of your hating you dieYou tried to steal our game, but these years you can`t fadeIt`s Wreckshop and Southside, from the cradle to the graveChikkenhawk and Sean Pymp, E.S.G. is the captainGo hard to calculate, and make big money with the rappingAnd I`ll never take a loss, that I can`t take right backI`m boss hogging and regulating, busting heads with the strap[Hook][Sean Pymp]Nigga I`m down like a dump truck, on fo` flatsGot you living paranoid, like your brain`s on crackKeep on gunning bustas running, like a hundred yard dashCause I rat-tat-tat-tat, on that funky bitch assUnleashing terror to the game, from the pressures on brainBitches eating off my name, trying to feed off my fameBut fuck you bitches, cause y`all ain`t shitBouncing on my dick, like a pogo stickOr Mr. 16-Shotti, pull up KilluminatiKeep bouncing part the body, fed up like teriyakiSauce when I floss, I ain`t taking no lossYou paid the cost to be the boss, but I`ma break yo ass offI`m taking all that there, and all this hereCleaning household motherfuckers, like I`m Mr. BelvedereOr Major Benson, cause nigga Sean Pymp`nYou run your damn mouth, there`s gonna be a damn lynching[Hook][E.S.G.]You gon feel me now when I come through the do`See me strapped, with a big 4-4That Everyday Street Gangsta, ain`t taking that bullshit no mo`But fuck you po-po`s, you homos don`t think it`s hard to get yaThis rap game ain`t the only way, to go to war wit yaSixteen bars don`t split you, what about sixteen slugsMultiply that by two, I`m coming with 32 thugsChop your ass to the nub, ain`t no Crip or no BloodBut I can tackle a nigga, right in front of the clubAnd if I drop my glock, I`m acting like I`m in a cell blockLeave a pussy in your head, from a lock in the sockNow I`m a go-getter nigga, like that`s the man he on rocksLocal rappers get paranoid, they can`t stand when I dropI leave they brain sets God, I`m so god damn hardThey looking a god damn shotgun house, in 3rd WardThey broke down your crew, I hate to tell youBut Cynthia Cooper, is more motherfucking man than you[Hook](*talking*)So now and forever, nigga from the cradle to the graveIs the only way you gon feel me, said you wanna kill meMotherfucker, and that`s real