The Waco tribe of the Wichita people is a Native American Southern Plains tribe that inhabited northeastern Texas.[1] Today, they are enrolled members of the federally recognized Wichita and Affiliated Tribes, headquartered in Anadarko, Oklahoma.
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The Waco were a division of the Tawakoni people. The present day Waco, Texas is located on the site of their principle village, that stood at least until 1830. French explorer Jean-Baptiste Bénard de la Harpe travelled through the region in 1719, and the people he called the Honecha or Houecha could be the Waco.[2] They are most likely the Quainco on Guillaume de L'Isle's 1718 map, Carte de la Louisiane et du cours du Mississippi . They were also called Huacos or Huecos.[3]
The Waco village on the Brazos River was flanked by two Tawakoni villages, El Quiscat and the Flechazos. In 1824, Stephen F. Austin wrote that the Waco village was 40 acres large with 33 grass houses and approximately 100 men. They grew 200 acres of corn, in fields enclosed by brush fences. As late as 1829 the village was protected by defensive earthworks.[2] In 1837, the Texas Rangers planned to establish a fort at Waco village but abandoned the idea after several weeks. In 1844 a trading post was established eight miles south of the village.[3] Jean-Louis Berlandier recorded 60 Waco houses in 1830.[4]
The tribe had a second, smaller village located on the Guadalupe River.[4]
In 1835, 1846, and 1872, the tribe signed treaties with the United States and the Wichita. The 1872 treaty established their reservation in Indian Territory, where they were removed. In 1902, under the Dawes Allotment Act, the reservation lands were broken into individual allotments and the Wacos became citizens of the United States.[2] Today they are part of the Wichita and Affiliated Tribes.
The tribe lived in beehive-shaped houses, with pole supports, typically covered with rushes, but sometimes buffalo hides. The houses stood 20 to 25 feet tall. Besides corn, Wacos also grew beans, melons, peach trees, and pumpkins.[3]
The Waco people spoke a Caddoan language. There is a dialect called Waco which is a branch of Wichita. As there is only one speaker of Wichita left, the dialect is extinct.
Waco, Texas is named for the tribe,[3] as is Hueco Springs near New Braunfels, Texas.[4]
[talking:]
Chris Wizzard, ha-ha
I mean what you expect man, we here
(and we on top of our game, be young on top of our game)
Cause boys out here having money man, no doubt
(the independent route), they acting like they don't know
But you know what it is, (it's a big game out here man
Boys should really learn, how to play this game
It's really some'ing, serious out here man)
[H.A.W.K.:]
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And attack with a glock or mack, creating holes like a full back
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That will kill if a nigga feel, he wanna share his might skills
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I rap for fun, and make niggaz look dumb
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You take it any further, I will use the problem solver
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You heard what the song say, we meant what we say
[Hook: x2]
I ain't having it, so don't bother
I ain't having it, so don't bother
I ain't having it, I ain't having it
I ain't having it, so don't bother
I ain't having it, so don't bother
I ain't having it, so don't bother
You take it any further, I will use the problem solver
[Chris Ward:]
Hey big homie you ain't having this, so we ain't having that
These haters swear they G's, like I don't know they just rapping that
They couldn't see us, if they was the third letter of the alphabet
I murder bar for bar, you think Chris Ward is half the track
I be's all over the block in the booth, kinda like a acrobat
Dollar for dollar, stack for stack
In fact I'm facing multiple chargers, for organized rhyme
And the whack is scared of flow, cause I glorify's my grind
Lyrically, my delivery is conspiracy
Cause I force heat up to the public, so feircfully
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And F' the F-E-D's, cause I know that you hearing me
It's like I'm seeing H.A.W.K. in my sleep, so when I crawl on the creep
I keep extra heat on the seat, when I'm flossing one deep
Why I'm on that other shit, that spit it for my brother shit
That hardcore gutter shit, yeah-yeah
[Hook x2]
[talking:]
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You dig Big H.A.W.K., H-A-W-K
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