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H.A.W.K. f/ Big Moe, Kendra - H.A.W.K lyrics
[Hook: Big Moe & (Kendra) - 4X]
 H-A-W-K, (H-A-W-K)
 [H.A.W.K.]
 Hardcore carnivoure, the man you can't ignore
 Certified platinum artist, 'fore my album hit the store
 Further more it's for sure, like I said before
 I deserve a encore, plus a whole lot more
 Time to settle the score, like Charlie Baltimore
 Made the crowd uproar, Southside ambassador
 From Ecuador Singapore, to El Salvador
 Got fans galore, that label me the emperor
 I'm the king, better get up under my wing
 Bling-bling, goes the rocks on my bezeltyne
 Ching-ching, it's money over everything
 A battling, all broads on my ding-a-ling
 Pinky ring, glistening with bout two karats
 Balling, out of control is a daily habit
 Living lavish, following the steps of Alita
 As I strive on a quest, to be my brother's succeeder I be the
[Hook - 4X]
 [H.A.W.K.]
 Here record assassin, I'm dangerous
 Plus my status, is platinum plus
 If you talking down, you need to hush
 Riding 20 inches, on my 6-4 bus
 Step out of line, I got to bust
 Leave out of state, remain anonymous
 I'm bout the dollar, in God I trustH.A.W.K. f/ Big Moe, Kendra - H.A.W.K - http://motolyrics.com/hawk-f-big-moe-kendra/hawk-lyrics.html
 Don't mess with broads, that are scandalous
 All of these haters, envy me
 Cause they see my face, on BET
 Me and Kay-K, and Ron G
 Bout to take over, this industry
 All of my partnas, feeling me
 Balling out of control, to the highest degree
 Everything costs, ain't nothing free
 I got more zero's, than the lottery I be the
[Hook - 4X]
 [H.A.W.K.]
 I'm the thoedest of the thoedest, when it comes to words
 And definitely one of the coldest, when it comes to birds
 Are V's get slurred, with these nouns and verbs
 Plus the flashing of my jewelry, leaves your vision blurred
 Fuck what you heard, my dress code superb
 And like Outkast, I stay crumbling herb
 I'm off the hook, the man you can't over look
 All crooks, bout to get they manhood took
 Raise the roof, if you got a fat pocketbook
 Now look, I'm in magazines and books
 Rap game icon, and I don't bar none
 Spit the realest of the real, like the Holy Caron
 The Don phenomenon, pushing black Yukon
 Can't you see I'm the one, that they label the bomb
 I leave 'em sprung, cloud full of smoke in my lungs
 And by the flipping of the tongue, I can make your gal cum I be the
[Hook - 12X]













