blood in my hair from the of a hawk no guide me i seem to be lost spittin a rhyme from ways all in the veins freaks they get paid the path was the bed was set the cat from the fillmoe jets here go the it aint that 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 open the be in the lab when i'm doin 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 gave her my laugh my pedigree my i sell it like told me at the dinner 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 guide me i to be lost
its mighty extreme to a king for people to be on the team how money it cost to cheat to slow ya down and be free with kenneth cole boots and sean john and execution that top of the 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 death with step is my rep give me the checks like puss i'll step to the left with this freak but that is kept my is tha boss of me pass the hot to me you need diamonds and pearls to floss me i stand there with 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 streets with the facade cut through the rain like ninja the batter slang the rage i got my games from project weed, dope, and dice by the crush anything cause a threat talk to the bookie the bet never with leniency he agree with me gettin all mad i make the call 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 to be lost