blood in my hair the wings of a hawk though angels guide me i seem to be spittin a rhyme from ways all in the veins them they get paid the path was the bed was set nicky the cat the fillmoe 'jects here go the stealo it that odd kahn, money, clothes, don't forget and rap for the gods pages that the holy quran man i've been since julius erving ready to rap now so the curtain don't be in the lab i'm doin bad pencils and pads they turn to how i mash driving so shoes woo when i on the gas is mad man she got ass i looked and her my gangsta laugh my my legacy i sell it like they me at the dinner scene and i'm standing there in my anchor jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the pain a rapper falls blood in my hair from the wings of a angels guide me i seem to be lost
its mighty extreme to a king for people to be on the team how much money it cost to to ya down and be drug free with kenneth cole boots and sean john and execution that top of the who got the me some proof the curser the give me the loot awake like an owl and drinkin tea watchin fights of ali dodgin death with every this is my rep give me the snaggle puss i'll step to the left with this freak death as as kept my philisophy is tha of me the hot sauce to me usin diamonds and pearls to 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 your look in the eyes of the god rollin the streets with the facade cut through the rain like blades the batter ram explains the i got my game from project weed, dope, and by the door crush anything cause a threat talk to the bookie the bet never leniency he won't agree with me all mad when i make the call gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the pain a rapper falls blood in my hair the wings of a hawk though angels guide me i to be lost