These haters, up in the game
They really don't want drama, drama no
Them boys, up in the game
They really don't want drama, drama no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, no
These haters in the game, gone make me pop a vein
Hotter than four bowls of Mexican chili, on the top of a stove boiling mayne
These boys better save that drama, for they baby mama
Keep my name out your mouth, and watch what you say
I'm calling niggas out one by one, two by two and your weak ass crew
You bring the best out of me, now tell me what you gone do
Peep the real and I peep the fake, load lyrical clips up in the AK
And I'm B.M.G. 1965, black T fitted cap and I'm certified
Always smiling, up in my face
Talking that shit, and I'm gone catch a case
Now, who's that going around, talking down on Billy Cook
Saying, that he ain't the truth in the booth
And he only sing hooks locally, and he connected mayne
These haters, up in the game
They really don't want drama, drama no
Them boys, up in the game
They really don't want drama, drama no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, no
These boys don't really want drama, put that on Pat and my mama
Exclamation point, period comma, I blow shit up like that boy Osama
Bin Laden boys be plotting, fuck around and you get shot'n
Fuck around and you'll get caught, and they'll be digging your burial plot'n
See H.A.W.K. don't play them games, don't mess around with no names
I cock back load and aim, and put a big hole in the center of your brain
That boy is off the chain, that boy is off the hook
That boy got the Southside shook, cause he finally did a song with Billy Cook
Got haters green with envy, that's just that Fat Pat in me
Them haters wanna know who we are, when they see you coming down in a brand new Bentley
Ask around if you in H-Town, they'll tell you I don't play around
They'll tell you that pound for pound, Big H.A.W.K. will make you lay it down
And to these messy girls, don't make me rock your world
I'll give you some'ing good, that's bound to make your toes curl
Have you chasing after nuts like a squirrel, baby girl I call it karma
You keep on giving me the good, but baby save the drama
These haters, up in the game
They really don't want drama, drama no
Them boys, up in the game
They really don't want drama, drama no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, no
These haters, up in the game
These haters, up in the game