H.A.W.K. - War Lyrics
f/ Big Pokey(*gun shots*)[Chorus]War (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga)We'll take your boys to war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga)In these streets we raw (nigga), raw (nigga), raw (nigga)We'll take your boys to war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga)[H.A.W.K]War, bullet holes in your carRight cross to the jaw, like the southpawI'm bound to leave a scar, Dead End outlawColdest you ever saw, rough, rugged and rawA step above the law, but I don't gangbangI pull out that thang, and I let bullets rainI pack a straight aim, you fin to scream in painTwo slugs to the brain, po' mo' in your brainIf it's war that you want, then it's war that you'll getTalk shit you hit, and get your wig splitI hate to admit, you just a hypocriteA slick son of a *****, that sits and rides dick(*****), one false move and you bleed(*****), nigga you way out your league(*****), I got a family to feedAnd don't look for me to bless you, if you sleeze[Chorus][Big Pokey]When it's war, I can go scar for scarIf a nigga turn his cheek, go jaw for jawKick doors, break through bars, me I'm a murderaRaw as me, this crock bull'll murk your streetCop killas, make em bleed when they hit the fizeetThey gon find you kissing the street, missing your teethSome of these cats is playing, softballPut that bat down, swing at a golf ballI can get raw dog, when niggas stud upDon't get your block knocked off, wig cut upKids come up missing, when it's bad bloodSomebody gon find you fishing, full of mad slugsYou'll duck that ass my heat, body bagged with tagged they feetGon be sad, you shouldn't of *****ed with meYou know me, always keep my guards upCause when it's war, niggas get scarred up[Chorus][H.A.W.K]I said it I meant it, I don't have to ask the lieutenantThe super intendant, or better yet the U.S. SenateThe rules I'm bending, my soldas are definitely winningI'm a tank like No Limit, and it ain't no gimmickI crush the opposition, won't make no propositionThe modest of competition, and murk the politicianY'all niggas is wishing, and falling out of positionYou low on ammunition, and starting that ass kissingAK must spray, my bullets they ricochetThey scrape your vertebrae, and have you screaming (mayday)The General In Charge, of espi-onageCritiques in camouflage, to catch you off guardYou're just a sarge, and your truth is fraudI'll take away your strife, cause you cats is broadsMy actions are flagrant, the rules of engagementAre those you ain't since, lying on the pavement, it's[Chorus]
