't ready, y'all ain't ready, y'all ain't ready You don't wanna fuck with me Don't fuck with me You don't wanna fuck with me
take off your clothes Lord knows ain't no time to play Commence to fuckin' and-a suckin' on the H.A.W.K. Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty inch
take off your clothes Lord knows, ain't no time to play Commence to fuckin' and a suckin' on the H.A.W.K. Wanna be a balla, shot caller Twenty inch
don't trip, if we forgot your click I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town Come around fuck 'em down with my underground Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my t
shoulder). I can't live with you all up in my grill (my grill). I don't uncerstand , I wish that you could just chill. [B R E A K D O W N - Jon Young
who don't believe me, can go to h-e-l-l I'm from c-i, l-i, f-l-y Like a b-r-i-d, in the s-k-y Don't even t-o-y to be dat's why L-i-n-e's belong to m-
smoke a hoe Smoke a hoe, smoke a hoe, smoke two, smoke a few Got my motherfucking crew, now what you wanna do? B U S H W I C K blowing niggas away Doing
It all started with a tour of the B.C., to a half of the O.G. Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that's low key You niggaz don't know me, you so baloni You
't friendly It don't take much to offend me, so don't go to fucking with me Unless you wanna be next, but I don't think that's what you want It's A.B.
boys talk down Like you didn't know T, everytime I came around Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall And don't say nothing, when you see me in
m tired of niggaz, steady yelling out Spre's They got revolver kits, that bitch sexy please You motherfuckers can't see me with me a flashlight (chamill nigga) You wanna
Mars, nothing but rap stars Anybody wanna fuck with us, fuck around and get flipped up and zipped up In a six foot ziploc, cause I got a glock in my right
with the glock nine sixty duece cocked up, bangin at the stop sign and I'm a pass, not my nigga H.A.W.K dogg - I'm a miss everytime I think about him
a problem run into it, you ain't walking up out it Sensei'll fade the pack, I get mean Lean on you with this beam, till you fade to black Cuffing broads
Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick [Verse Two: H.A.W.K.] Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick You punk bitch, you criss switchas
a parade, shutting all blocks down Bout to show the whole world, how that H-Town clown [H.A.W.K.] Make way, for the H-A-W-K You can bet your last dolla
it in Ohio Don't forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro You keep playin, you will look like a gyro [Verse 2:] Yo, ga'head and hate me hater 'cause
