Angels With Dirty Faces Songtext

[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, muther****er

We are livin' in the last mother****in' 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 **** 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
bos?hki so?,ssri
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

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