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   be one to pay 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 ? boots and sean john suits   and exacution 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 death as quiet as kept   my philisophy is tha boss of me   pass the hot sauce to me   usin diamonds and pearls to flauce 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 ?   cut through the rain like ninja blades   the batter ramming slang the rage   i got my game 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