Chicken Hawk

Quietly I stalk niggas call me the Chicken Hawk Approach with my gun in a 2-1-1 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 It's on 20 grand I spot a bird in hand As I spread my wing span I swoop ready to land Got to get him, hit the spot grab the sack And I shake it blessed with the game To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga [Chorus] I'm a chicken hawk hunting for a chicken Sticking, my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga I'm a chicken hawk hunting for a chicken Sticking, 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 sours on a mission Mashing through the hood heard 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 twisting front and back Cadi's Cappuccino instead of coffee moet No more rossie, rolex diamonds all glossy Glossy, Mr. Flossy Sewed up the block keys to double up rock I gotta lick him, nigga won't know what hit him when I get him Shoot straight never hesitate fools cooperate Or I drag, tag them 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 fo' life better know as the chicken hawk Interlude: Man: Allo Mack 10: Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ??? you got and put on ??? behind the ??? or I kill this motherfucker Girl: Fuck this nigga don't give any shit Mack 10: 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 for the type a fool That I hoot ride when he do ride I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard knots, nigga A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe Where peneltons not a cape so I can't save a hoe Mack 10 just stepped off the planet of the apes Foe the money and dope I never rapes I duck tapes Bitches I mack'em down flag'em down they pull over Feel 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 licking got me nervous so I'm twitching Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens [Chorus] (Phone ringing) Man: Allo? Mack 10: Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man. Aw motherfucking Yeah you're the kind of nigga that ??? with your bitch Well listen to this motherfucker (Screaming) (Gun shots) (Phone hung up)