blood in my from the wings of a hawk though angels guide me i to be lost spittin a rhyme devious ways all in the veins them they 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 i've been swervin since julius ready to rap now so open the be in the lab when i'm doin bad pencils and pads they to cash this how i driving so woo when i step 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 scene and i'm standing high in my anchor jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the when a rapper falls blood in my hair from the wings of a though guide me i seem to be lost
its extreme to being a king looking for to be on the team how much money it cost to to slow ya down and be drug with kenneth cole boots and sean john and execution top of the roof who got the me some proof the the rhyme give me the loot awake like an owl and drinkin tea watchin of muhamud ali dodgin with every step this is my rep me the checks like puss i'll step to the left with freak death as quiet as kept my philisophy is tha of me the hot sauce to me usin diamonds and pearls to with me i stand with none hot as a gun the of the noise will make you run move the slugs that will rip your lungs look in the eyes of the god rollin the streets with the facade cut the rain like ninja blades the batter ram explains the i got my game from project weed, dope, and dice by the crush anything that'll cause a to the bookie secure the bet never with leniency he won't with me gettin all mad when i make the gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all the pain when a rapper falls blood in my hair from the of a hawk though angels me i seem to be lost