blood in my hair from the of a hawk no guide me i seem to be lost spittin a rhyme divious ways all in the them freaks they get paid the path was the bed was set nicky the cat from the fillmoe go the stealo it aint that odd kahn, money, clothes, forget weed and rap for the gods pages rewrite the holy karahn man i've been swervin since erving ready to rap now so the curtain don't be in the lab when i'm bad pencil's and pads they to cash this how i driving so shoes say wu when i on the gas is mad man she got ass i looked and gave her my gangsta my my legacy i sell it like they told me at the dinner and i'm standing there high in my jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the pain a rapper falls blood in my hair from the wings of a no angels guide me i seem to be
its mighty extreme to being a for people to be on the team how money it cost to cheat to ya down and be drug free with kenneth cole boots and sean john and execution that top of the who got the show me proof the the rhyme give me the loot awake like an owl and some tea watchin fights of ali death with every step this is my rep give me the like puss i'll step to the left with this freak but quiet is kept my philisophy is tha of me the hot sauce to me you need and pearls to floss with me i stand with none hot as a gun the of the noise will make you run move from the that will rip your lungs look in the of the greediest god rollin the streets with the facade cut through the rain like blades the batter ramming slang the i got my games project floors weed, dope, and dice by the crush that'll cause a threat talk to the secure the bet never with leniency he agree with me gettin all mad when i the call gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the pain a rapper falls blood in my hair from the wings of a no angels me i seem to be lost