The Screwed Up Click - Swarm lyrics

(*talking*) Yo yo, it's that gutter sh** gutter Boss Hogg Corleone, it's like that hard Bu-bu*ter sh**, know I'm saying come on [Chorus - 2x] Swarm me a n***a, harm me a n***a Screwed Up Click n***as, come to bomb on you n***as You don't really want that, drama my n***a Have them white folks, calling your mama my n***a [Big Pokey] We reach out touch n***as, and finish the job When n***as trip I unload clips, send em to God n***as get robbed, jump fly flash too much Thinking that they're untouchable, that's why that a** get touched Fifth and the clutch, win and I'm whipping it up K-9 sniffing my truck, looking for work n***as get murked, 4-5 triggers get jerked Three inches above your waist, to stain your shirt n***a [Lil' O] I'm a gorilla, but n***a I don't swing on trees I swing on three's, swing on boys southpaw make these punks fall to they knees Rush your house yeah, all of my G's Have you picking up the phone n***a, calling the D's And saying, Lil' O's outside my house Talking bout if I come out, he'll put a gun in my mouth Shove a bullet down my throat, and watch my tongue come out Then throw my barkers in the trunk, that's how it's done in the South This is S-U-Sizzle, get yo pistol Bullets hit your chest, to wet yo gristle Don't worry bout them, they won't miss ya Mafia style, before I hit you I kiss ya n***a [Chorus - 2x] [H.A.W.K.] I swarm and bring harm, so ring the alarm I'm the new wave Saddam, with a Glock in my palm I wrote the 23rd song, to keep cool and calm Asa-lama-lakum, salaka-salam You bumping your gums, paramedics pumping your lungs The slums is where I'm from n***a, come get some When H.A.W.K. is spreading, I rain like armageddon Your t-shirt red and, my trigger finger's pumping the lead in n***a try to take, my kindness for weak I'm from these streets, and legally packing heat Ain't sh** sweet, thrill and agony of defeat As I handle motherf**ers, like I handle these beats [Mike D] I'm a beast my Glock, like tic-tac-toe Jump frog and get fly, watch you hit that flo' Lot of nerves, you playing with there boy Somebody better get him, 'fore I hurt that boy It's Boss Corleone, and I'm the same ol' G A throwback n***a, that go far back as '83 '84, '85 It's 2004, and I'm still alive That O.G. code of thinking, I'ma jam on the clutch I'm ninety days out the pen, tearing they a** up Screaming S.U.C, n***a fighting go with it Slam a hole in your fitted, n***a Mike D did it n***a what [Chorus - 2x]