Down N H-Town (Remix)

(*talking*)<br>God damn it let`s do it E, what ha-ha<br>The motherfucking young Don, H-A-W-K<br>Day one niggaz, ain`t that right Sensei<br>Corleone (Corleone) ha-ha, Screwed Up Click<br>C.M.G. ha, if it`s up to me it is<br><br>[Lil` Keke]<br>Down in H-Town, the realest gon stand out<br>From the city of no pity, the gritty you get shot<br>I`m the big boss the young Don, however you want it<br>And them six figgas with bitches, I done had that moment<br>I get my crush on my rush on, I love this game<br>Make your mouth taste like shit, when you mention my name<br>Cause I`m adding and subtracting, looking over distractions<br>Y`all struggling everyday mayn, we chilling and relaxing<br>They asking for the best, so I`m letting `em see the best<br>In my Bentley top down, with a vest on my chest<br>I`m smoking weed by the barrels, Iceberg apperals<br>Niggaz know my songs, like they Christmas carols<br>If it wasn`t for the ice, the streets`ll get burned<br>Why the hell I ain`t balling, cause it ain`t your turn<br>You can`t see me can`t be me, don`t make me have to show ya<br>Covered in ice, call me Rocky Balboa nigga<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br>Down in H-Town, the realest gon stand out<br>If it wasn`t for the ice, the streets`d be hot<br>Count six factors, crushing all you actors<br>On the Southside, we ain`t scared of no jackers<br><br>[Mike D]<br>Down in H-Town, chit-chatters get the gatling<br>Baby you duck face, when this ccalicostart rattling<br>Nigga you know me, gun-ho brick feeter<br>Intercept your funds and ones, H-Town block bleeder<br>Enter the do` on swoll, in a all black Range Rover<br>Mobbing like a steam roller, with a cash bag on my shoulder<br>Don`t get caught in the clutch, without a pop in your drawas<br>Be slipping and dipping, and find a chopper to your jaws<br>H-Town`s my home, and bar no jacker and his mama<br>Load it up for the drama, 4-4`s pause you like a camma<br>Hell-a heat`s a must, or get your damn wig touched<br>Mess around and get crunched, or find your baby mama fucked<br>We keep the streets congested, Mickey Mouse block prince<br>Flooded in cloud dust, acting like the U.S. Mint<br>Heaven sent niggaz, grave diggas for figgas<br>And send shivers to you jiggas, unloading triggas cause uh we<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[Big Pokey]<br>I keep my game face on, when I`m punching the clock<br>Trying to climb to the top man, it just don`t stop<br>Wanna dip in the pot, keep a whipping for spot<br>Got a gator for a Houpe`, so I don`t flip it a lot<br>Keep about a half a brick, distribute it out<br>If niggaz don`t pay back, then niggaz get shot<br>On my block, we play chess with techs<br>And if the price is right, we`ll twist ya neck<br>Cats get they wig cracked, for disrespect<br>Plus a slug in your thigh, with a hole in your sweats<br>I`m that nigga on your trail, when you rolling a Lac<br>Bout two cars behind, on the 1100 stretch<br>Running you down, catch up I`m gunning you down<br>By this time next week, you`ll be under the ground<br>That`s what you chumps get, for running in mine<br>Fuck around and get one in your spine, I ain`t lying<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[H.A.W.K.]<br>Crown the king, the champ has entered the ring<br>Get under my wing, better duck when I swing<br>First string, clicks please like a trained Marine<br>Wolverine, scare niggaz like Halloween<br>I`m underrated, easily agitated<br>Aggravated, my mouthpiece contaminated<br>Educated, vocabulary complicated<br>And the lyrics that I spit, are sprinkled and saturated<br>Most niggaz hate it, cause they ain`t the chosen<br>In H-Town, niggaz neck and wrist are frozen<br>Ask your stolen, cause we the realest no doubt<br>And the ice on my piece, it need to thaws out<br>I brought the raw out, cause I ain`t scared of no jackers<br>And the heat that I pack, hit harder than linebackers<br>Call the dispatcher, cause niggaz gon bleed<br>If Ke` is Balboa, then I`m Apollo Creed nigga what<br><br>[Hook - 2x]