Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chicken Hawk, artist - Mack 10. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Chicken Hawk |
| Quietly I stalk, niggas call me the Chicken Hawk |
| Approach with my gun in a two-one-one |
| As I sick 'em lay my victim may I lick 'em |
| All action stop nobody move no pop |
| As I wreck shop red alert make yo blood squirt |
| When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt |
| Keep it sound put it down my way |
| Protected by an A.K. |
| as I search for my pray |
| Through the ghetto hit the peddle every corner I’m turning |
| Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin nigga |
| Till we meet I stash my heat |
| Neat in my baggage do damage nasty as a savage |
| Looking for the cabbage |
| Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand |
| As I spread my wing span, I swoop ready to land |
| Gotta get him hit the spot grab the sack |
| And I shake it blessed with the game to make it |
| Plus it’s easier to take it, nigga |
| I’m a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken |
| Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga |
| I’m a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken |
| Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga |
| «Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker» |
| On a late night creep the hawk soars on a mission |
| Mashin' through the hood nerd this nigga had the chickens |
| 36 zones in each sack to be exact |
| Got 50 G’s or more in street value worth of crack |
| As he put it down out of control with the cavey |
| Got Benzos on the grass twistin front and back Caddys |
| Capacino sted of coffe moet |
| No more rossie Rolex diamonds all glossy |
| Glossy Mr. Flossy sewed up the block keys to double up rock |
| I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me |
| Shoot strate never hesitate fools cooperate |
| Or I drag 'em, tag 'em body bag 'em with my magnum |
| Heat in yo chest how we do it in the west |
| I gaffle up yo dope and fly back to my nest |
| I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk |
| Its Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk |
| Allo |
| Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the chickens you got |
| And put 'em in a dumpster behind The Forum or I’m killing this motherfucker |
| Fuck this nigga don’t give any shit |
| Bitch shut the fuck up right now |
| On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze |
| Pull my wings at ease as I lands in the palm trees |
| Overlook my lick set my scope like a sniper |
| Hawk the bitch piper be alarmed foe the type a fool |
| That ah hoo ride when he doo ride |
| I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, nigga |
| A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a ho |
| Where peneltons not a cape so I can’t save a ho |
| Mack 10 just stepped off the planet of the apes |
| For the money and dope I never rapes I duct tapes bitches |
| Mack 'em down flag 'em down they pull over |
| Fill lucky as a four leaf clover in a Range Rover |
| They never know its the hawk his self |
| My eyes redder than red with St. Ides on my breath |
| I draw down all this lickin' got me nervous so I’m twitchin' |
| Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens |
| Foe life |
| Allo? |
| Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man |
| Aw motherfuckin' |
| Yeah you’re the kind of nigga that ??? |
| with your bitch |
| Well listen to this motherfucker |
| Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa |