Angels With Dirty Faces Lyrics

Angels With Dirty Faces lyrics

[Bizzy Bone] 

 Let it go (let it go) Let yourself go 

 (I was passin til the cops come) 

 Big beef (I was passin til the cops come 

 Ready ready ready ready ready.) 

 big beefin with the mistress 

 for the backs of the lions as we growl mutherfucker 

 we all livin in the last motherfuckin day this is revalations 

 if it don't go down now that mean nobody was wrong 

 and you face yourself with that question, for the answer.. 

 the fuck do you believe in? 

 

 Let's take a pie to the badguy 

 Zero well where my cateye dadeye 

 My flavour frame the raddle 

 Hot out, hot out of problem 

 My album hit the shelves we hustle for record sales 

 If my niggas stole hear my niggas thirty thousand tales 

 Get me squad cars excetera (Excetera) tell me my position as we yell (Yell)


 This isn't bullshit like pimples in the public 

 Made gratafying 

 If you don't like my bullets set hell ta pink faction 

 L.A. Lugers start your mad punk 

 They really got a smash on 

 And they would probly blast you 

 

 [Puff Daddy] 

 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 and niggas give you the reason 

 Everyone one's the type ta be stuckin, duckin and weavin 

 Probly breathin 

 My stories no fairy tail rich niggas ain't neva sell [Ha ha ha] 

 From my buck to the world 

 Gave my Glock to my girl 

 Don't mix the kids with the Benz 

 Baby it ends if she sells [Come on] woofin 

 

 [Chorus] 

 

 [Bizzy Bone] 

 Ohh playa ohh nigga 

 Gotta lot of shells to lock you down (x4) 

 

 [Puff Daddy] 

 Lookin theys bullets hit guerillas 

 Expressions can mean a lot to my stressin and progressin 

 You guessin I seen a lot 

 The papers got it stressin and impressin 

 We spin a lot 

 Confessions get us blessins from the Lord 

 We sin a lot 

 Wonderin "Will he let me in or not?" 

 I's still tryin ta find a reason why 

 Because I'm a bad boy 

 They wanna label me a bad guy 

 Who am I? 

 

 [Bizzy Bone] 

 It's P Diddy muthafucka 

 

 [Puff Daddy] 

 Do or die? 

 

 [Bizzy Bone] 

 Don't give a fuck motherfucker 

 

 Two strikes no chicken types 

 It's the type he bucks ammunition, 

 (Pistol shots) buck, bucks ammunition baby 

 He's got the flavour the kind that got me still down 

 Run around me watch the hill down 

 So buck the best I'm hear now 

 Yes, best neva gone 

 Fresh out the foster home 

 If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist 

 Tell him my head is just blow with a sciness 

 Can't you come ride with me? Come ride with me? 

 Bubbye me with a gun 

 Slide the weed and rum 

 Come get high wit me 

 You don't talk weed wit me, Bizzy Bone 

 You don't leave me anymore 

 Leave me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor (Ha ha ha) 

 Who dat left before? Blackout tears the stackhouse 

 Criminals, detention aren't they always bad 

 when I'm thinkin dem (Come on) doctor? 

 

 [Chorus x4] 

 

 Incetiest, hiddyest, grittiest, shittiest 

 in the club smack the prettiest in a mini 

 Grittiest beef in with the mistress 

 Diddy the city I pitty with little kids picking up pennys 

 and niggas I thought I brought up with selling book for a living 

 making minimum wage like confetti, it's gotta be a mistake 

 Y'all oughta don't tell us and it's just those seven elements 

 Don't tell us it's those seven elements 

 Dippin on in our lips for money and it don't land upon that 

 We ready like 45 scripture [Yea] 

 Make money like that, nigga, you know what I'm sayin 

 

 [Puff Daddy] 

 See what you niggas do to me I do to you 

 And if I'm who you came to see then do what you gotta do 

 We can do it anywhere, right here, right there 

 And if you sleep turn your dream to a nightmare 

 Niggas gon creep 

 No sleep til the heat 

 They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe get this money [Ha ha ha] 

 It time for the misfits niggas bring ya clips 

 Boys on my mind 

 Packin bullets from the mines my brothas 

 

 [Chorus x7]