Angels With Dirty Faces Lyrics

Angels With Dirty Faces lyrics

[Bizzy Bone]

Let it go (Let this angel life go)

Let yourself go

(Time is passin' 'til the cops come)

Big beef, big beefin' with the
Mistress

(On and on and on and on and on and on and)

Over the backs
of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker



We are livin' in the last
motherfuckin' days

This is Revelations

If it don't go down now

That mean aye'body was wrong

Can you face yourself with that
question?

Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?



Say goodbye to the bad guy

'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye

Ain't afraid to flame a rat up

But I hot out fathom

My album hit
the shelves

We hustle for record sales

Hit my liquor store

Let
my niggas learn about in jail

Till the squad cars accel', it's to my
position as we yell

This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull
pen

Make that a fine, no

If you don't like my bullets, to hell if
he ain't fashion

L.A. looters, throw your mask on

Gambini got his
mash on and now we gonna be blastin'



[Puffy]

I'm married to
the game and every year's the same

Bullets rain all season

Heaven
and Hell is only what you believe in

Empty the shells if niggas give you
the reason

Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin

By
the grievin'

My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell

From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl

Don't mix the
kids with the biz'

Baby, the industry's hell worth it



1 -
Oh, I said, oh yeah

When they come to lock you down

(Don't let it
come our way)



Oh I said, oh yeah

When they come to lock you
down

(Don't let it come our way)



Oh I said, oh yeah-acapo