| I hit licks nigga lead the hood in strong arm
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| 'bout to get more chickens than Foster Farms
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| Now give it up or die this a mothafuckin' jack
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| Hustlas guard yo sack the chicken hawk is back
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| Impatiently waiting out of hunger
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| My instinct to kill got stronger
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| My wingspan’s longer
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| My guns loaded up and before you know what hit you
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| I jump off the wire swoop and then I get you
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| And fuck a tussle bitch cause all I do is shoot
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| Put lead in ya dome take ya sack and ya loot
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| With a foe foe (.44) revolver so my strap ain’t a jammer
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| I want pure Peruvian no cuttin' Arm & Hammer
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| Gotta take what I need that’s how the ball bounces
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| Now decide if you go die over thirty six ounces
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| Before I go make sure no cameras in the vents
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| Pull a feather from my tail and dust off my claw prints
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| Nigga
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| You knew that I was dangerous
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| When ya took it
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| Look the Chicken Hawk two is after you
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| In search of super chicken (Have you seen him?)
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| Yo girl gave me the cock
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| But now she holla rape
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| So I take her to my nest
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| And wrap her with the duct tape
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| Pull my heat out squeeze and make these Teflons melt her
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| And watch blood drip all down the walls like Heltah Skeltah
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| Take flight over the woods to drop the body
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| And hit a lake to rinse off cause my feathers all spotty
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| I stalk once again caught my prey by surprise
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| Look in his eyes if he lies he dies before sunrise
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| Where the work at fool the jack is on
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| You feel the wrath of the chrome
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| Kick in or get your noodles blown
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| So hurry the fuck up nigga take me to the safe
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| It ain’t no time to waste with this Magnum in ya face
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| Make one false move I swear the gunshots rang out
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| First I’ma kill you then I’ma blow ya bitch brains out
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| A hawks technicality is pecking for his salary
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| So keep the dope whoopin' while the Hawk’ll keep swoopin'
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| Mack Dime and that’s one to grow on mothafuckas |