Talking: The record you about to hear is basically true.
The names have been changed to protect the guilty. (You a cold nigga)

Some breathe gangsta shit,
We dream of gangsta shit (Repeat)

Verse 1
I hit licks nigga lead the hood in strong arm
'Bout to get more chickens than Foster Farms
Now give it up or die this a mothafuckin' jack
Hustlas guard yo sack the chicken hawk is back
Impatiently waiting out of hunger
My instinct to kill got stronger
My wingspan's longer
My guns loaded up and before you know what hit you
I jump off the wire swoop and then I get you
And fuck a tussle bitch cause all I do is shoot
Put lead in ya dome take ya sack and ya loot
With a foe foe (.44) revolver so my strap ain't a jammer
I want pure Peruvian no cuttin' Arm & Hammer
Gotta take what I need that's how the ball bounces
Now decide if you go die over thirty six ounces
Before I go make sure no cameras in the vents
Pull a feather from my tail and dust off my claw prints
Nigga

Chorus
You knew that I was dangerous
When ya took it
Look the Chicken Hawk two is after you
(Repeat)
In search of super chicken (Have you seen him?)
(Repeat 4X)