blood in my hair from the of a hawk no angels guide me i seem to be spittin a rhyme from ways all in the veins them freaks they get the path was the bed was set nicky the cat from the jets here go the stealo it aint odd kahn, money, clothes, forget weed and rap for the gods pages that rewrite the holy man i've been since julius erving to rap now so open the curtain don't be in the lab i'm doin bad and pads they turn to cash this how i driving so shoes say wu i step on the gas is mad man she got ass i looked and gave her my gangsta my my legacy i it like aphetimines they told me at the scene and i'm there high in my anchor jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all the pain when a rapper falls blood in my hair from the of a hawk no angels 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 cole boots and sean john and that top of the roof who got the show me proof the curser the give me the loot like an owl and drinkin some tea watchin fights of ali dodgin with every step this is my rep me the checks snaggle puss i'll step to the left with this freak but that quiet is my philisophy is tha of me pass the hot to me you need and pearls to floss with me i there with none hot as a gun the sound of the noise will you run move from the that will rip your lungs in the eyes of the greediest god rollin the with the cadi facade cut the rain like ninja blades the batter slang the rage i got my games from project weed, dope, and dice by the anything that'll cause a threat talk to the secure the bet with leniency he won't agree with me gettin all mad i make the call gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the pain when a rapper blood in my hair the wings of a hawk no angels me i seem to be lost