If it Ain't Broke

(*talking*) H.A.-dub, (go getter music baby) (hard coat to the bone, slowed up Showed up), feel it [Hook] If it ain't broke, don't fix it If it ain't drank don't mix it, never be a stray dog business The flow, is unrealistic The best unheard of, check my statistics [H.A.W.K.] You'll see, I'm the go to guy Before I die, H.A.W.K. must sell multi I ain't gon lie, I want more then a piece of the pie I'm ready to die like B.I., so now you see why I'm one of the best, ahead of the rest Having success, I guess you could say I'm blessed North and Southwest, I'm the number one reason There's a motherfucking buzz, in the Southern region Your flow is seasoned, I leave other MC's grieving I'm fire breathing, so gon 'head retire a heathen Now hate it for weak, I leave ya for dead You heard what I said, don't play with my bread Or blood gon shed, I'll lay your head Or I'll have ya, using wheels for legs enough said [Grace] The flow is unreal, G-R possess skills Untamed and off the chain, spit lyrics that can kill Wreck tracks and stack bills, the boss among bosses Undefeated for real, mo' wins and no losses Purple potion mixed with poem, jump on down the road Pen pimp a pad, plus it keep the two of mine thoed Under rated overlooked, but daddy check out my stats Gor the potentials to match, that show my ass on tracks Greenstone game runner, let me do what I do Jump in the booth and spit the real, bout P-A-T and the Screw It's plain to see G-R a G, to the highest degree And my mission is motivated, by the S.U.C Stand tall and go hard, makes it foes are fraud Separate the real from fake, and put it down for the mob Lace 'em up and tie your shoes, bitch I'm one the trues Spit it hit it sick with it, blow a hoe nigga fuse [Mike D] It's Boss Hogg Corleone, Miggity Mike D Give me a second, and these hoes gon feel me Ain't a Crip or Loc, but I ride with my folk My nigga Den Den, got me in this position That I'm sitting in, him and that MJ So I'ma make power moves, nigga push play S.U.C., we coming this summer Leave it up to me, we be back to back Hummers Harley bikes, matching trucks give a fuck Y'all know, Corleone stay buck I'm on my note, I swear to God nigga Y'all ain't ready to go, dollar for dollar figga for figga Bitch, I'm seven months free Touching more money, than these niggas on the streets Y'all been out here bullshitting, playing hoe games I'm about my do', better ask Duke mayn We some out of town riders, we some out of town gliders On I-10, with them birds inside her [Lil' O] Ay I'm a fool with the tool, nigga ask about rap Pick up this pen go to war like Iraq, bitch I'm back Slugs hit your chest, and they come out your back Man we shake niggas down, make 'em come out they stacks This is Texas, punk I make ya come out your Lac Screwed Up Click, we pull the guns out for Pat Rest in peace, go hard stay we make a mess of the weak Left his head on the curb, and his chest in the street This is mean and vicious, you seem suspicious Everytime I cook my work, I always clean the dishes I write rhymes for hustlers, with crack dreams and wishes I don't really fuck with niggas, always seen with bitches The baddest hoes, Gucci shirts and Vesil jeans The baddest clothes, boss among bosses how my status goes See me at the table, watch me add this do' So I can hit the boulo', and act bad on 4's A hustler's hustler A gangsta's gangsta, you a buster's buster A snitch among snitches, Lil' O don't trust ya With my hand behind my back, I'll just wink and they'll touch ya [Lil' Keke] Young Don the Boss, and there's not one colder It's S.U.C., me teflon soldier It's A-1 yola, or it won't mix And my price range change, if you coming for six Live life like a star, cause it's meant for me And my game orchestrated, like the symphony It's a death wish, like the black Charles Bronson Pass and push rocks, like the great Magic Johnson The streets bred me, them crack rocks fed me The weapon that I pack, is still black and deadly Chit-chat, this and that while I'm gone Back with big nuts, and my game face on Your ass don't cash, I'ma murder your crew That's the shit, that a Custom Made Gangsta do Don Ke S.U.C., man we do it with endurance I hope your fam, got the plot and the insurance (*talking*) Do you hear this shit nigga We ain't playing no games We on your motherfucking ass mayn This the take over bitch, (S.U.C. baby)