blood in my hair from the of a hawk no angels guide me i seem to be spittin a from divious 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 karahn 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 say wu when 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 they told me at the dinner and i'm standing high in my anchor jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the pain a rapper falls blood in my from the wings of a hawk no angels me i seem to be lost
its mighty extreme to a king looking for to be on the team how much money it to cheat to slow ya down and be free with kenneth cole boots and john suits and execution that top of the who got the show me some the curser the give me the loot awake an owl and drinkin some tea fights of muhamud ali dodgin death with every this is my rep me the checks like snaggle puss step to the left this freak but that quiet is kept my philisophy is tha of me the hot sauce to me you need and pearls to floss with me i there with none hot as a gun the of the noise will make you run move the slugs that will rip your lungs look in the eyes of the god rollin the with the cadi facade cut through the rain like blades the batter ramming slang the i got my games project floors weed, dope, and by the door crush that'll cause a threat talk to the secure the bet with leniency he won't agree with me gettin all mad when i make the gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the pain when a rapper blood in my from the wings of a hawk no angels guide me i to be lost