blood in my hair from the wings of a though angels guide me i to be lost spittin a from devious ways all in the veins them freaks get paid the was layed the bed was set nicky the cat from the fillmoe here go the stealo it aint odd kahn, money, clothes, don't forget weed and rap for the pages that rewrite the holy man been swervin since julius erving to rap now so open the curtain don't be in the lab when i'm bad and pads they turn to cash this how i so fast shoes woo when i on the gas is mad man she got ass i and gave her my gangsta laugh my my legacy i it like aphetimines they told me at the dinner and i'm standing there high in my jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all the pain when a rapper falls blood in my from the wings of a hawk though guide me i seem to be lost
its mighty extreme to being a looking for people to be on the how money it cost to cheat to slow ya and be drug free with cole boots and sean john suits and that top of the roof who got the show me some the curser the rhyme me the loot awake an owl and drinkin some tea watchin fights of ali dodgin with every step this is my rep me the checks like puss i'll step to the left with this freak death as quiet as my philisophy is tha of me pass the hot to me diamonds and pearls to flauce with me i there with none hot as a gun the sound of the will make you run move from the slugs that will rip lungs look in the eyes of the god the streets with the cadi facade cut through the rain like ninja the batter ram the raid i got my from project floors weed, dope, and dice by the crush anything that'll cause a to the bookie secure the bet never with leniency he agree with me gettin all mad when i the call gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the pain when a rapper blood in my from the wings of a hawk though angels guide me i to be lost