| blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk
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| no angels guide me i seem to be lost
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| spittin a rhyme from divious ways
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| all in the veins them freaks they get paid
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| the path was layed the bed was set
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| nicky the cat from the fillmoe jets
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| here go the stealo it aint that odd
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| kahn, money, clothes, broads
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| don’t forget weed and rap for the gods
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| pages that rewrite the holy karahn
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| man i’ve been swervin since julius erving
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| ready to rap now so open the curtain
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| don’t be in the lab when i’m doin bad
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| pencil’s and pads they turn to cash
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| this how i mash
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| driving so fast
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| shoes say wu when i step on the gas
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| baby is mad
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| man she got ass
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| i looked and gave her my gangsta laugh
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| my pedigree my legacy
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| i sell it like aphetimines
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| they told me at the dinner scene
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| and i’m standing there high in my anchor jean
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| gangsta’s, hustlers, hoe’s and all
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| be one to pay when a rapper falls
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| blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk
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| no angels guide me i seem to be lost
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| its mighty extreme to being a king
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| looking for people to be on the team
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| how much money it cost to cheat
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| to slow ya down and be drug free
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| with? |
| boots and sean john suits
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| and exacution that top of the roof
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| who got the juice
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| show me some proof
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| the curser the rhyme give me the loot
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| awake like an owl and drinkin some tea
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| watchin fights of muhamud ali
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| dodgin death with every step
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| this is my rep give me the checks
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| like snaggle puss i’ll step to the left
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| with this freak death as quiet as kept
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| 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
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| hot as a gun
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| the sound of the noise will make you run
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| move from the slugs that will rip your lungs
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| look in the eyes of the greediest god
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| rollin the streets with the cadi?
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| cut through the rain like ninja blades
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| the batter ramming slang the rage
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| i got my game from project floors
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| weed, dope, and dice by the door
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| crush anything that’ll cause a threat
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| talk to the bookie secure the bet
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| never with leniency he won’t agree with me gettin all mad when i make the call
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| gangsta’s, hustlas, hoes, and all
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| feel the pain when a rapper falls
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| blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk
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| no angels guide me i seem to be lost |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood n My Hair, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Bullets, Blunts, n ah Big Bank Roll, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп