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Chicken Pickin' lyrics

Approach with my gun in a 2 one one
As I sickum, lay my victum, may I lickum
All action stop nobody move no pop

As I reck 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 AK, as I search for my pray

Through the ghetto, hit the peddle every corner I'm torning
Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin' nigga
Till we meet I stash my heat, 'neath in my baggage
Do damage nasty as a savage, lookin' for the cabbage

Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand
As I spread my wing spand I swoop ready to land
Gotta get heem hit the spot grab the sacka nd I shake it blessed
With the game to make it bus its easier to take it, nigga

I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', 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 soars on a mission
Mashin' through the hood nerd 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 twistin' front and back Cadeys
Capacino sted of coffe moet, no more rossie Rolex diamonds
All glossy, glossy Mr. Flossy

Sewed up the block keys to double up rock
I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me
Shoot strate never hesitate fools co-operate
Or I dagun tagum body bagum 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
It's Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk

Allo
Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the chicks you got
And put 'em in a dumpster behind the
[Incomprehensible] or I killin' this motherfucker
Fuck this nigga don't give any shit
Bitch shut the fuck up right now

On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze
Pull my wings at eaze as I lands in the palm trees
Overlook my lick, set my scope like a sniper
Hawk the bitch piper, be alarmed foe the type a fool

That ah hoo ride when he doo ride
I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, 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 mackum down, flagum down they pull over
Fill lucky as a fowe leaf, clover in a Range Rover

They never know its the hawk his self
My eyes reder than red with St. Ides on my breff
I draw down all this licken got me nervous so I'm twitchin'
Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens

I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga

Foe life

Hello?
Oh I see you Mr. Funny Man
Aw motherfuckin'
Yeah you're the kind of nigga that
[Incomprehensible] with your bitch
Well listen to this motherfucker

Approach with my gun in a 2 one one
As I sickum, lay my victum, may I lickum

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