blood in my hair from the of a hawk though angels guide me i to be lost spittin a rhyme from devious 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 that odd kahn, money, clothes, don't forget and rap for the gods pages that the holy quran man been swervin since julius erving to rap now so open the curtain don't be in the lab when i'm bad pencils and they turn to cash this how i driving so shoes woo i step on the gas is mad man she got ass i and gave her my gangsta laugh my pedigree my i it like aphetimines told me at the dinner scene and i'm standing there high in my jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the pain when a falls blood in my hair from the of a hawk angels guide me i seem to be lost
its mighty extreme to being a looking for people to be on the how much money it cost to to slow ya and be drug free with kenneth boots and sean john suits and execution top of the roof who got the show me proof the the rhyme give me the loot awake like an owl and some tea watchin of muhamud ali dodgin death every step is my rep give me the checks like snaggle puss i'll 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 flauce me i stand there none hot as a gun the sound of the will make you run move from the slugs that will rip your in the eyes of the greediest god rollin the with the cadi facade cut through the rain ninja blades the batter ram the raid i got my game project floors weed, dope, and by the door crush that'll cause a threat talk to the secure the bet never with leniency he agree with me all mad when i make the call gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the when a rapper falls blood in my hair the wings of a hawk angels guide me i seem to be lost