| Song | Chicken Hawk |
| Artist | Mack 10 |
| Album | Mack 10 |
| 作词 : Mack Ten | |
| f/ Ice Cube | |
| [Mack 10] | |
| 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 | |
| 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 sack | |
| And I shake it blessed with the game | |
| To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga | |
| [Ice Cube] | |
| 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' | |
| [Mack 10] | |
| On a late night creep the hawk sours 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 cooperate | |
| Or I dag un 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 | |
| Its Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk | |
| Interlude: | |
| [Man] Allo | |
| [Mack 10] | |
| Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ??? you got | |
| And put on ??? behind the ??? or I kill this motherfucker | |
| [Girl] Fuck this nigga don't give any shit | |
| [Mack 10] Bitch shut the fuck up right now | |
| [Mack 10] | |
| 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 twitchen | |
| Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens | |
| [Ice Cube] | |
| 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 | |
| *Ring* | |
| [Man] Allo? | |
| [Mack 10] | |
| Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man | |
| Aw motherfuckin' | |
| Yeah you're the kind of nigga that ??? with your bitch | |
| Well listen to this motherfucker | |
| Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa | |
| *Gun shots* | |
| *Clik-clak* | |
| *Hang up* |
| zuò cí : Mack Ten | |
| f Ice Cube | |
| Mack 10 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 sack | |
| And I shake it blessed with the game | |
| To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga | |
| Ice Cube | |
| 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' | |
| Mack 10 | |
| On a late night creep the hawk sours 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 cooperate | |
| Or I dag un 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 | |
| Its Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk | |
| Interlude: | |
| Man Allo | |
| Mack 10 | |
| Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ??? you got | |
| And put on ??? behind the ??? or I kill this motherfucker | |
| Girl Fuck this nigga don' t give any shit | |
| Mack 10 Bitch shut the fuck up right now | |
| Mack 10 | |
| 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 twitchen | |
| Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens | |
| Ice Cube | |
| 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 | |
| Ring | |
| Man Allo? | |
| Mack 10 | |
| Oh I see you Mr. Funnyman | |
| Aw motherfuckin' | |
| Yeah you' re the kind of nigga that ??? with your bitch | |
| Well listen to this motherfucker | |
| Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa | |
| Gun shots | |
| Clikclak | |
| Hang up |