Southside, H-A-W-K  What, what, what...    [Hook]  I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down  The type of shit, that make your girl knees touch the ground  You got plex let me know, you got beef let me know  If you looking for me nigga, here I go here I go    [H.A.W.K.]  I spit that hot shit that rock shit, that make you drop your top shit  That got the game on lock shit, that make you body rock shit  That make you shoot your glock quick, make you say Big H.A.W.K.'s sick  Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an ice pick  I write this for rightness, or even try to recite this  If you do not like this, I'll hit you with my right fist  Man you got a tight bitch, that keeps on peeping me  I'm a sergeant to M-A-C-K-I-N-G  Then she'll belong to me, pass her to my homie  That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E  R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E  Or unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my cup of tea  Don't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you in pre-school  Cause you broke the golden rule, and made me lose my cool  Now this is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow  All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'    [Hook - 2x]    [H.A.W.K.]  The Southside got your mouth wide, eyes looking all cross eyed  Sitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the right side  Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn and say hi  Hood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shy  I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat  But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back back  Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts, we tossing hoes like flap jacks  Like serving fiends that white crack, they guaranteed to come back  Sell em that like a shot of yack, them hoes be down like fo' flats  Dance around in tight slacks, for all the pimps, playas and macks  Conversation on who's that, pimping ain't dead I told you that  Chicks chewing on my nut sack, and hang around like a clothes rack  That chit-chat that's on the street, boys out here in love with freaks  Making love between the sheets, but can't make your ends meet  Disrespecting the game is deep, letting these hoes play you for weeks  And you wonder why you ain't on feet, cause actions speak and talk is cheap    [Hook - 2x]    [H.A.W.K.]  Are y'all ready to rumble, the Tarzan of this jungle  Weak niggaz crumble, hold the ball don't fumble  I'm cold but I'm humble, so talk up don't mumble  Smart like Bryant Gumble, cowards tend to tumble  I rope the game like a lasso, Southside down at Grasgo  A little bit of hot tobasco, about to cause a fiasco  Just pass go collect your do', spit fire in the studio  Turn it out at a state show, and pull you a bad hoe  Get you some loving, that's hotter than an oven  Kissing and hugging, and ready to get dug in  I break bones and snap necks, tear flesh with techs  If you got plex, I'll put you on a bed rest  I suggest you move around, unless you screaming H-Town  Yellow bone or sugar brown, they love the way I put it down  Give me the crown for the best flow, shake your ass and throw them bows  And if you look at me, here I go here I go    [Hook - 2x]