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