blood in my hair the wings of a hawk no angels me i seem to be lost spittin a rhyme from ways all in the veins them freaks get paid the path was the bed was set nicky the cat from the jets 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 since julius erving ready to rap now so the curtain be in the lab when i'm doin bad pencil's and pads they to cash how i mash driving so shoes say wu when i on the gas is mad man she got ass i and gave her my gangsta laugh my my legacy i sell it like told me at the dinner scene and i'm there high in my anchor jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the pain when a rapper blood in my hair from the of a hawk no angels 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 slow ya 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 rhyme give me the awake an owl and drinkin some tea fights of muhamud ali dodgin death every step this is my rep me the checks like snaggle puss step to the left with this freak but quiet is kept my philisophy is tha of me the hot sauce to me you diamonds and pearls to floss with me i stand 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 of the greediest god rollin the with the cadi facade cut the rain like ninja blades the ramming slang the rage i got my from project floors weed, dope, and by the door crush anything cause a threat to the bookie secure the bet never with he won't agree with me gettin all mad when i make the gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the when a rapper falls blood in my hair the wings of a hawk no angels guide me i seem to be