blood in my hair from the of a hawk no angels me i seem to be lost spittin a rhyme divious ways all in the veins them freaks get paid the was layed the bed was set the cat from the fillmoe jets here go the stealo it aint odd kahn, money, clothes, don't weed and rap for the gods pages rewrite the holy karahn man i've been swervin since julius to rap now so open the curtain don't be in the lab when i'm bad pencil's and pads they to cash how i mash driving so say wu when i step on the gas is mad man she got ass i looked and her my gangsta laugh my my legacy i sell it like they me at the dinner scene and i'm standing there high in my jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the when a rapper falls blood in my hair from the of a hawk no angels guide me i seem to be
its mighty extreme to a king 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 suits and execution top of the roof who got the show me some the the rhyme give me the loot awake like an owl and some tea fights of muhamud ali dodgin with every step is my rep give me the checks like 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 diamonds and pearls to with me i stand with none hot as a gun the sound of the noise make you run move from the slugs will rip your lungs in the eyes of the greediest god rollin the streets with the facade cut through the rain ninja blades the batter ramming the rage i got my from project floors weed, dope, and by the door anything that'll cause a threat talk to the secure the bet never with leniency he won't 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 guide me i seem to be lost