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: F*ck this nigga don't give any shit
Mack 10: Bitch shut the f*ck 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)
