Nick Peace - Blood N My Hair lyrics

[Woman:] Only maybe, maybe it could be different, this time. If we try [Man:] I've never seen a guy that could get away with it yet [Intro sample] Blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk No 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 laid, the bed was set Nicky the cat from the fillmoe 'jecks Here go the steelo it ain't that odd Khan, 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 say WU! when I step on the gas Baby is mad Man she got a** I looked and gave her my gangsta laugh My pedigree, my legacy I sell it like amphetamines They told me at the dinner scene And I'm standing there high in my anchor jeans Gangstas, hustlers, 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 [Muhammad Ali:] I'm Dancing! Follow me chump! No I'm not there, I'm here! s**a you ain't got nothin'! It's 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 curse of the rhyme give me the loot Awake like an owl and drinkin' some tea Watchin' fights of Muhammad Ali Dodgin' d**h with every step This is my rep, give me the checks Like Snagglepuss I'll step to the left With this freak, with that quiet as kept My philosophy is the boss of me Pa** 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 Caddie Pa**at Cut through the rain like ninja blades The batter ram explain 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 Gangstas, hustlers, 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