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(feat. Godfather) [talking] Willow, give me some of that head banger shit man Boys ain't ready for this here, feel the H.A.W.K. man Turn up my fone', that's about right [H.A.W.K.] I'm a step above great, don't try to immolate Or sit there and hate, and start to fabricate My division is heavy weight, so fellow and vacate You taking up my space, so its time you migrate Since you can't relate, I'm gon set the record straight And infiltrate your chest stain, and increase the death rate Genetically you can't, better yet you fish bate I'm first you second rate, you should of had a P.A. When rumors circulate, i don't advocate You choose your own fate, and get the fuck out my face I use subject and predicate, also the proper eddicate You cats are delicate, and known to go telling shit I'm known to start static, with lyrical acrobatics The public is democratics, they all hogg fanatics The flow bending, swear I ate a can of spinach Your flow is timid, and you will ruin my image I'm strong to defense, rank in the top percentage A bad boy like Dennis, classified a menace SongtexteI spread like anthrax, the Benz is black on black I dominate like Shaq, Air Force Ones and throwbacks I spit lyrical crack, and stack platinum plack I'll make it a impact, you other cats is whack I got what you lack, the size of a full back The arena is jam packed, so I sports my hard hat [talking] What, know I'm sayin, I spit it raw baby Regardless, Godfather, you in here You got something to say baby Wait a minute though, let me get this Here off my chest, let me get this Here off my chest [H.A.W.K.] These niggas hating, cause I'm young, black and educated One of the greatest, my album is anticipated Highly sedated, not to be manipulated The coke awaited, cause I'm game affiliated The streets are hectic, corners getting dissected Drug infected, high on got me world connected Nobody loves me, its getting ugly Don't try to hug me, are usually what a thug be I'm bone hard, bully of the school yard Against the law, there permanently there is a God Stabbed to rod, or spawn a child Took the trial, ten year sentence with bond denial Waited a while, and waited my turn A lesson learned, fuck with these streets you get burned Nobody loves me, they try to fuck me And if you make it out here, then you lucky [Godfather] I murder the enemies, that come in my vicinity Your family get used in tragedy, like the Kennedy's Shit talker, cakes like Betty Crocker Gun cocker, rawest thug like Sharocka Texas gun slinger, shoot with danger finger Good exercise, for my index finger Gats ring, more murder than Max Pane Me and Big H.A.W.K., in a chromed out black Range Sharp shooter, neighborhood drug polluter I got a quick jab, like that Kruger Godfather, Don Datta In H-Town, hit hard like sharper Fuck my broad, its going to cost you Come give me, the things you ought to Keep two nines, like I'm a musler Dances with wolves, like Kevin Costner [talking] You don't wanna fuck with me They don't want it, H.A.W.K., Godfather You don't wanna fuck with me The world ain'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 Aus Songtexte Mania