Bizzy Bone - 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 comeReady ready ready ready ready.)big beefin with the mistressfor the backs of the lions as we growl muther*****erwe all livin in the last mother*****in day this is revalationsif it don't go down now that mean nobody was wrongand you face yourself with that question, for the answer..the ***** do you believe in?Let's take a pie to the badguyZero well where my cateye dadeyeMy flavour frame the raddleHot out, hot out of problemMy album hit the shelves we hustle for record salesIf my niggas stole hear my niggas thirty thousand talesGet me squad cars excetera (Excetera) tell me my position as we yell (Yell)This isn't bullshit like pimples in the publicMade gratafyingIf you don't like my bullets set hell ta pink factionL.A. Lugers start your mad punkThey really got a smash onAnd they would probly blast you[Puff Daddy]I'm married to the game and every year's the sameBullets rain all seasonHeaven and Hell is only what you believe inEmpty the shells and niggas give you the reasonEveryone one's the type ta be stuckin, duckin and weavinProbly breathinMy stories no fairy tail rich niggas ain't neva sell [Ha ha ha]From my buck to the worldGave my Glock to my girlDon't mix the kids with the BenzBaby it ends if she sells [Come on] woofin[Chorus][Bizzy Bone]Ohh playa ohh niggaGotta lot of shells to lock you down (x4)[Puff Daddy]Lookin theys bullets hit guerillasExpressions can mean a lot to my stressin and progressi
