quielty i stalk niggas call me the chicken hawk
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 a.k. as i search for my pray
through the geto 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
neet in my baggage do damage nasty as a savage
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 sack
and i shake it blessed with the game
to make it bus its easier to take it
i'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
my hit to ya brain with the cane
i'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
my hit to ya brain with the cane
don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker"