Drama n***a, bring it on
Four in the South
Sup... [?]
Sup Robin Street
Sup DEA
Ain’t no set trippin, all about the paper
I’m here tonight with Ron G, Some players outta Austin
ESG off lock
HAWK
And the Southside crew
Gonna show you how we do it

[Big HAWK]
Now this for all my arch rivals that be knockin’ me
Listen closer feel the poem of the MJG
‘Cause y’all motherfuckers finna feel the south
Exercise my freedom of speech and then I open my mouth
Start spittin’ hard lyrics that massage the brain
It’s an east and a west, it’s a southside thang
H-Town, H-Town, watch me go and clown
No ordinary vocabulary a legend in writin’ (?) time
Pimped the pen and I been writin’ platinum shit
Business stars conlgomeras call it Screwеd Up Click
This ain’t I war I done told ya
War is now over
DJ Screw is thе general
With an entourage of soldiers
I follow in the footsteps of Tupac Shakur
Be a rap game genius, music entrepreneur
Connoisseur, with these divin-el lyrics I lure
Paper stacks and contracts that want my signature
Ain’t afraid to touch myself like the girl t-boz
Childhood street dreams reminiscents galore
A mirage?, hell no I’m a constant dream
Devisin’ plots and schemes in order to increase my cream
It may seem, that’s it’s taken a lil longer than expected
But my savvy grows stronger and my flows get more hectic
Resurrected, a pen and pad from my high school days
[?] old in rap game when it pay like you weigh
[ESG Bridge]
Man, you boys out there don’t know who that was? That was that god damn Big HAWK representen that DEA
We ain’t just talkin about poppin this, doin’ this, n***a; you heard that boy’s word, that vocabulary? Shiiit n***a We on some throwed shit. This that black hearted, DEA, Botany Big Shots, man it’s all called Screwed Up Entertainment know what I’m sayin’
To all the n***as that were down that ain’t down, y’all can eat a fat dick, know what I’m talkin’bout? I’m in here with that [?], Big Dave, Poppa, Big Triz’ard


[ESG]
It’s going down fuck all these Botany freaks
These n***as actin bad on that damn Robin Street
It’s the E to the S, you know I’m smokin on the killa
Now let me break it down for all my real n***as
Fifth of Remy can’t you see me n***a bout to grip my cup
At the club no it ain’t no luck
These young ass thugs pickin’ out them ducks
Bout to take they fuckin’ truck, they Lexus or they old school
You can run like Michael Johnson, a n***a’ll be dumpin for your gold shoes
Peter road foo ...[?]
Paid my dues, shife fools don’t try to be heroes
Best retreat, cause we bring the heat like Pacino and Dinero
Cemetery full of my cousins, them loved ones, got lost in
This always the cost to be the boss
That’s why nowadays I thug with caution
Still be cold I’m on parole
They hopin’ I violate
Get influenced to do a murder n***a when you buy my tape
Try to relate and concentrate, comprehend when I spit the words
Break down my nouns like quarter pounds, adjectives, metaphors and verbs
Fuck what ya heard, just let me serve
Pounds of herb like they h’or d'oeuvres
Have y’all all up on the curb
From Section 8 to the suburbs
Can I touch … [?] early truck swerve
Until I sees a jacker
Come out the top, lookin’ sharp with the Glock
And watch me, subtract ya
Automatics with mathematics take the breath out them busters
Down with the killers, down with the dealers, almost left out them hustlers
Ready to mob through the job we some real busy players
Thug nation, occupation, we some meal ticket chasers
Federalis wanna raid us
No I don’t bar them haters
Went to jail, Versace down, smelled like a pound with some scored up gators
Shiiit, it’s going down, I’m bout to knock that roof off
Back in the day, smokin big bay
Make hay we knock the deuce off
Now I’m crunk baby boy, with more shit that I say
And now I’m mobbin’ with the Screwed Up, and D.E.A
So if you ain’t down bitch, you best not trip
Cause a n***a might put a slug on those big ass lips

[HAWK]
I got dollars on my mind
To battle inflation
A project living thug with a college education
Now I done still ... [?]
Swam the Pacific
Sold a bird in Egypt drew it up in hieroglyphics
Be specific, I still sip syrup and slang cheese
I even heard my prose being said in Chinese
N***a please, I’m real, I used to be managed
My tongue flippin’ so fast you think that HAWK is speakin’ Spanish
Goddamnit, can’t stand it, can’t handle it
I ride and reside with the draped and dripped bandit
Popularly demanded, out in many states
While I’m doing shows I’m also moving weight
Must demonstrate, never giving up hope
I’m writing throwed lyrics still moving my dope
I met the Pope, while doing a sermon
NFL Highlights gotta catch some Chris Berman
Money earnin’, still yearnin’, a punisher, a bruiser
Out 20 inch blades on a black Landcruiser
Drug abuser, I take it straight to the head
I support my own habits from shit that shouldn’t be said
Infrared I tote, always gonna smoke
This is one fuckin’ n***a you should provoke
My horoscope, read that I must cope
Keep my head above water and try and stay afloat
Cuz I’m a big bad actor
Big paper stacker
Took the blades off tha diesel and I put them on a tractor
Major factor, in this rap game race
So if you want some of me go ‘head and a get a taste
I’m serious
[You want to speak Ron? Let these n***as know, streets ain’t nuthin’ to play with… there’s money off in this here thing … for my reason for rhyme]

[ESG]
Shiiit, My reason for crime is only satisfaction
I’m laid back sippin’ drank ‘bout to hit that bud action
Trade in Air Max to get some brand new 1s
Don’t fuck with fools that fake, I only fuck with true ones
Y’all can see this big Benz we probably be flossin’
Shorty MAC strapped with the MAC the boy straight outta Austin
I’m doin’ shows, fuckin’ hoes
You know we down to ball
Got one nation won, … [?]
I’m gonna wreck them playas
Don’t give a fuck about them bustas
...[?] last month
Hit the reign of Chris Tucker
Got crunk smokin' them sticks
N***as down to drop them bricks
Now these n***as talkin that shit
But they still on my dick
You wanna try? Ha, n***a, see y’all ain’t hearin’ me
Til the day I die, [?] Conspiracy
So feel me, the E to the S
And we gon just blow up
Shit, a n***a full of that drank so I gots to hold up
Don’t want to fall off that flow
So me and Big HAWK ‘bout to step out the door
In case you didn’t know
We breakin’ boys off
Recognize we never comin’ soft, we always hard

[HAWK]
Sit back and watch me orchestrate
Continue to dictate on those who violate
Hatin’ and perpetrate
Sip barre, superstar, 20s on foreign car
Too hard to figure out like algebra
How far do you want me to take it
Smiles and frowns, talkin down, sayin I ain’t gone make it
But as hard as it seems, I’m accomplishing dreams
Devisin’ plots and schemes in order to increase my cream
Triple Beam, Pyrex and warm water
My cheese is harder
Go head place an order
An ounce and a quarter is all it takes to pay the bills
And all of my orders changed my thousands into mils, forreal