Catch a Square - Lil Keke, H.A.W.K., Lil’ Keke, H.A.W.K. feat. Mussilini

If you got plex, we can catch the square

Anytime any placer, any motherfucking where

Gutter ass niggas, and we don’t play fair

Anytime any placer, any motherfucking where

Any place anytime, I’ll beat a bitch down

Push his face to the ground, then fill him up with rounds

See I don’t fuck around, I terrorize the town

Sniff a hater out the pack, like a damn bloodhound

See a motherfucking hawk, don’t hang with crows

I hang with the those I chose, who ain’t scared to throw blows

On that Mike Tyson shit, that’ll bite a earlobe

Bloody your nose, then scratch off on your vogues

I’m on that other shit, you better run for cover bitch

Or get hit with this, bear lethal fist

I must admit, that I heard some shit

That when you piss, you don’t stand you sit

You’s a bitch, and fucking with a grown ass man

I don’t have to use a gun, I’m pretty good with my hands

Ask your man’s he’ll tell you, H.A.W.K.

don’t care

Anytime any place, any motherfucking where

Let the flame burn, burn baby burn

Caught him at that light, saying turn baby turn

Gutter ass niggas, and we don’t play fair

Take a nigga life, or I pull a bitch hair

Step to the square, it’ll be your last walk

Who is that Mussili', Lil' Ke and Big Hawk

Think before you talk, bitch you’ll eat them words

Get hung from a tree, or get flipped off a curbed

Anytime any place, any spot anywhere

At night time in the noon or day, our niggas don’t care

Flame spit at niggas we marvelous, to get you nigga ain’t hard to us

These bitch niggas be fraud to us, we rich niggas in God we trust

We flip figgas and our broads stay up, step out of line you will get rushed

Crushed dick in the dust, have your homeboys picking you up

Plus flush enemies done, I be the one to be sick with the tongue

And the gun, G.I.

Texas where I’m from leaving 'em hung

Niggas consistently provoking, me to try to test mine

Come through your hood, with them killas and have you get down

CMG, I rep it hard on the streets mayn

We bust shit down, like a block of that cocaine

Let’s do it dog, like them gangstas and soldiers

Let’s get scarred up, knuckle up till it’s over

The game is infected, niggas must respect it

We well connected, up in Texas

They better squash plexers, cause we never play fair

Dirty South young nigga, boys gutter out there

Hating and bullshitting, will get your family tied up

Texas and cowboys, the Penitentiary wired up

Got licks for plenty bricks, the prices are skied up

Catch the square anywhere, my click the size up

This Southside, and it’s home of the crooks

Put my boxing gloves on, and take a look