Текст песни H.A.W.K f Lil` O, Carleone "Mike D", Chr - That`s Me
H.A.W.K f Lil` O, Carleone "Mike D", Chr - That`s Me слова песни
[Chorus 2x][Lil` O] (H.A.W.K)Hey nigga that`s me (that`s me)I stay underground so I can shine and stack G`z (stack G`z)these coward ass niggas ain`t got the heart to jack me (jack me)and when it to guns nigga I pack three (pack three)nigga that`s me (that`s me)[Lil O]Hey I live la vida loca (yeah) Slanging coca (yeah)Stay out on Barre and in and out the Cold House (for real)They say stop hustlin` but I don`t know how (I can`t)I`m trying to get the six big body chromed out (uh-huh)Cause I want more bitches than a damn hoe house (come here)Hop out the limo with two broads like whoa now! (whoa!)Fat rat with the cheese man he off the hook (uh-huh)When you see the fat rat man you stop and look (uh-huh)You need work call fat rat he got them books (uh-huh)You better not try to jack fat rat got them crooks (uh-uh)That be knockin` on a nigga door (nigga door)And make them suckers feel the pain like the figure four (bitch!)In two thousand I ain`t playing with these nigga roes (yeah)All these haters gone start respecting little O (what!)I`m a gorilla (yeah)That`s untamed (what)I let my guns flame (booa!)And bust fifty shots through land and wood grain[Mike D]Nigga, Nigga, Nigga that`s me! (That Mike D!)On the trill you dummies!Froze up the whole block on dots and a hummyYoung mommies want a hog that ain`t cuffing the putteeThey want a jigga with figures sittin` swole with them goodiesSo follow me now to the land of the brick lick hittersGo getters and wig splitters and a little game that gives shiversPlayboy how you figure you can step to a hogLet off a hundred rounds drums punishing you and yo dogsMy platoon issue wounds that don`t heal upNigga when the Mack-9 reel up you better throw your shield upWe dope runners and cake runners All out big head hunters three glots and sixin it off the chain young stunnersBetter slow down lil daddy before you fuck around and get peggedRun you off like a scared dog with your tail between your legs Wanna be a baller when this G-shit go downThis my time when I clown that yo click out in one rhyme[Chorus 2X][H.A.W.K]I`m a outlaw (outlaw)I`ll bring it to you rawSouthpaw (southpaw) bone knuckles to the jawAbove the law and all military forcesA hustler run the block like obstacle coursesI stand taller than SasquatchRolex my wrist watchAnd when the gloat cock it`s strictly head shotsIf a nigga got beef I knock out teethSteal you like a thief make the asswhippin` briefBring your family grief if the situation is getting stickyMy trigger fingers itchy cause my business is riskyYou better not miss me (don`t miss me)Or you ass is history (Bye-bye!)Yella tape the lot on an unsolved mysteryI can`t deny pull more stunts than fog eyeSnitch and you`ll die like bacon you will fryMy alibi "I wasen`t even on the scene"But bullet shells left a trail from the M-16[Chris Ward]I`m one of the ones (that`s me)That`s an usual suspectA thug that hang on an infested drug setAnd stack chips, stay strap and pack clipsWith hollow tips that will make you niggas do backflipsAnd If we go toe to toe I`ll break your jawIn three or four places like I break the lawGhetto dope man yellow stone smokes manGot killers and dealers on my team from here to OaklandThat`s movin` more powder than Johnson and JohnsonI`m a death wish to niggas just like Charles BronsonI`m uncut and lethal like LSDCocaine mixed with acid and PCPRap game assassin If I raise I blast and bury niggas six feet deep in the grassSo if anybody askTell Chris Ward is dangerous For the fact my profile is mob style and gangsterous [Chrous 2X][Lil` O] (talking)Nigga that me niggaI`m tired of playin games niggaWe gon sperate the the monkey from the gorillasThe cowards from the killersThe roach niggas from the go getters bout they scrillaThe fake niggas gon hate us but the thugs gone feel us manYou boys gone respect this and remember you ain`t got to like it niggaBut you gon respect it niggaWhoever don`t want to respect it we gon come and take it niggaSo if we don`t fuck with you nigga don`t ask why we don`t fuck with you niggaGet on your fuckin` note nigga We puttin it down the way it`s supose to go down niggaDon`t ask why we don`t come around niggaWe ain`t friendly nigga we ain`t ya motherfuckin friend manWe trying to get this paper niggaYou out here playin gamesYou do what you supose to be doinI`ma do what I`m supose to do what I`m suposed to be doin` niggaThat`s for real niggaThat from the Fat Rat with the cheese that`s gonna anwser all your questionsWhy we ain`t called you and why we ain`t fuckin` with you niggaSouth-seea-for-lea sucka!