That's me lyrics

Artist  : H.a.w.k 
Song : That's me
 
feat. Lil' O, Carleone 'Mike D', Chris Ward

[Chorus 2x]
[Lil' O] (H.A.W.K)
Hey nigga that's me (that's me)
I stay underground so I can shine and stack G'z
(stack G'z)
these coward ass niggas ain't got the heart to
jack me (jack me)
and when it to guns nigga I pack three (pack
three)
nigga that's me (that's me)

[Lil O]
Hey I live la vida loca (yeah) 
Slanging coca (yeah)
Stay out on Barre and in and out the Cold House
(for real)
They say stop hustlin' but I don't know how (I
can't)
I'm trying to get the six big body chromed out
(uh-huh)
Cause I want more bitches than a damn hoe house
(come here)
Hop out the limo with two broads like whoa now!
(whoa!)
Fat rat with the cheese man he off the hook
(uh-huh)
When you see the fat rat man you stop and look
(uh-huh)
You need work call fat rat he got them books
(uh-huh)
You better not try to jack fat rat got them
crooks (uh-uh)
That be knockin' on a nigga door (nigga door)
And make them suckers feel the pain like the
figure four (bitch!)
In two thousand I ain't playing with these nigga
roes (yeah)
All these haters gone start respecting little O
(what!)
I'm a gorilla (yeah)
That's untamed (what)
I let my guns flame (booa!)
And bust fifty shots through land and wood grain

[Mike D]
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga that's me! (That Mike D!)
On the trill you dummies!
Froze up the whole block on dots and a hummy
Young mommies want a hog that ain't cuffing the
puttee
They want a jigga with figures sittin' swole with
them goodies
So follow me now to the land of the brick lick
hitters
Go getters and wig splitters and a little game
that gives shivers
Playboy how you figure you can step to a hog
Let off a hundred rounds drums punishing you and
yo dogs
My platoon issue wounds that don't heal up
Nigga when the Mack-9 reel up you better throw
your shield up
We dope runners and cake runners 
All out big head hunters three glots and sixin it
off the chain young stunners
Better slow down lil daddy before you fuck around
and get pegged
Run you off like a scared dog with your tail
between your legs 
Wanna be a baller when this G-shit go down
This my time when I clown that yo click out in
one rhyme

[Chorus 2X]

[H.A.W.K]
I'm a outlaw (outlaw)
I'll bring it to you raw
Southpaw (southpaw) bone knuckles to the jaw
Above the law and all military forces
A hustler run the block like obstacle courses
I stand taller than Sasquatch
 
Rolex my wrist watch
And when the gloat cock it's strictly head shots
If a nigga got beef I knock out teeth
Steal you like a thief make the asswhippin' brief
Bring your family grief if the situation is
getting sticky
My trigger fingers itchy cause my business is
risky
You better not miss me (don't miss me)
Or you ass is history (Bye-bye!)
Yella tape the lot on an unsolved mystery
I can't deny pull more stunts than fog eye
Snitch and you'll die like bacon you will fry
My alibi 'I wasen't even on the scene'
But bullet shells left a trail from the M-16

[Chris Ward]
I'm one of the ones (that's me)
That's an usual suspect
A thug that hang on an infested drug set
And stack chips, stay strap and pack clips
With hollow tips that will make you niggas do
backflips
And If we go toe to toe I'll break your jaw
In three or four places like I break the law
Ghetto dope man yellow stone smokes man
Got killers and dealers on my team from here to
Oakland
That's movin' more powder than Johnson and
Johnson
I'm a death wish to niggas just like Charles
Bronson
I'm uncut and lethal like LSD
Cocaine mixed with acid and PCP
Rap game assassin 
If I raise I blast and bury niggas six feet deep
in the grass
So if anybody ask
Tell Chris Ward is dangerous 
For the fact my profile is mob style and
gangsterous 

[Chrous 2X]

[Lil' O] (talking)
Nigga that me nigga
I'm tired of playin games nigga
We gon sperate the the monkey from the gorillas
The cowards from the killers
The roach niggas from the go getters bout they
scrilla
The fake niggas gon hate us but the thugs gone
feel us man
You boys gone respect this and remember you ain't
got to like it nigga
But you gon respect it nigga
Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and
take it nigga
So if we don't fuck with you nigga don't ask why
we don't fuck with you nigga
Get on your fuckin' note nigga 
We puttin it down the way it's supose to go down
nigga
Don't ask why we don't come around nigga
We ain't friendly nigga we ain't ya motherfuckin
friend man
We trying to get this paper nigga
You out here playin games
You do what you supose to be doin
I'ma do what I'm supose to do what I'm suposed to
be doin' nigga
That's for real nigga
That from the Fat Rat with the cheese that's
gonna anwser all your questions
Why we ain't called you and why we ain't fuckin'
with you nigga
South-seea-for-lea sucka!