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