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
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)

[Puffy]
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions
can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin' I seen
alot
The paper got us dressin' and impressin'
We spend
alot
Confessions get us blessings from the Lord
We sin a lot
Wonder
will He let me in?
And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why
Because
I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?

[Bizzy
Bone]
It's P. Diddy muthafucka

[Puffy]
Do or die?

[Bizzy
Bone]
Don't give a fuck motherfucker

Roll through, trust no
chicken
Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition
baby
You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down
And mami wants
to help out
So bought the best computer
Yes, stress never more
Fresh
out the foster home
If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist
Tell her
'bout how she had clothes designers
Can she come buy with me?
Come ride
with me, provide me with a gun
Slide the weeded road, come get high with
me
You don't come weed with me anymore
You don't need me
anymore
Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor
Who been left
before a black out
Tear up the stackhouse
Comin' out detention or they
always rat (Come on)
(Pick it up, ride through)

Repeat
1

Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club
Smack the
prettiest in a mini
Whittiest beefin' with the mistress
Can see they just
beatin' up
Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles
Cuz
they're fallin' in love with his teddy book
Give them livin' and pinning a
minimum worth a penny
(Gotta be spendin')
We all earn our dollar 'till it
is the sour element
What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin'
Dippin
and talking' how it's for money
And ending up going back
We made like
forty one trips
Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I
bring

[Puffy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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 don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat
They lookin at me
funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your
clips
War's on my mind
Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha
fucka's

Repeat 1 until fade