Blood In My Hair Lyrics - Singles - Andre Nickatina

blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk 

though angels guide me i seem to be lost 

spittin a rhyme from devious ways 

all in the veins them freaks they get paid 

the path was layed the bed was set 

nicky the cat from the fillmoe 'jects 

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 quran 

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 

pencils and pads they turn to cash 

this how i mash 

driving so fast 

shoes woo 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 

though 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 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 facade 

cut through the rain like ninja blades 

the batter ram explains the raid 

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 

though angels guide me i seem to be lost