P. Diddy - 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, muther*****erWe are livin' in the last mother*****in' daysThis is revelationsIf it don't go down nowThat mean aye'body was wrongCan 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, deadeyeAin't afraid to flame a rat upBut i hot out fathomMy album hit the shelvesWe hustle for record salesHit my liquor storeLet my niggas learn about in jailTill the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yellThis here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull penMake that a fine, noIf you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashionL.a. looters, throw your mask onGambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin'[puffy]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 if niggas give you the reasonNever was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavinBy the grievin'My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cellFrom my block to the world, gave the glock to my girlDon't mix the kids with the biz'Baby, the industry's hell worth it1 - oh, i said, oh yeahWhen they come to lock you down(don't let it come our way)Oh i said, oh yeahWhen they come to lock you down(don't let it come our way)Oh i said, oh yeahWhen they come to lock you down(don't let it come our way)Oh i said, oh yeahWhen they come to lock you down(don't let it come our way)[puffy]Look in they grill and get the realCuz expressions can mean alotThrew my trust in your progressAnd you guessin' i seen alotThe paper got us dressin' and impressin'We spend alotConfessions get us blessings from the lordWe sin a lotWonder will he let me in?And not constantly tryin' to find a reason whyBecause i'm a bad boy they wanna label me a bad guyNow who am i?[bizzy bone]It's p. diddy mutha*****a[puffy]Do or die?[bizzy bone]Don't give a ***** mother*****erRoll through, trust no chickenTigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunitionBuck, buck ammunition babyYou let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell downAnd mami wants to help outSo bought the best computerYes, stress never moreFresh out the foster homeIf i had a just talked to the psychiatristTell her 'bout how she had clothes designersCan she come buy with me?Come ride with me, provide me with a gunSlide the weeded road, come get high with meYou don't come weed with me anymoreYou don't need me anymoreBelieve me *****, shit i've slept on the floorWho been left before a black outTear up the stackhouseComin' out detention or they always rat (come on)(pick it up, ride through)Repeat 1Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the clubSmack the prettiest in a miniWhittiest beefin' with the mistressCan see they just beatin' upGot even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nicklesCuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy bookGive them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny(gotta be spendin')We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour elementWhat kinda knowledge is this that i be reapin'Dippin and talking' how it's for moneyAnd ending up going backWe made like forty one tripsYeah, we want it like that, you know what i bring[puffy]Yeah, yeah, yeahSee what you niggas do to me, i do to youAnd if i'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta doWe can do it anywhere, right here, right thereAnd if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmareNiggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heatThey lookin at me funny, ***** a hoe, get this moneyNo time for the misfits niggas, bring your clipsWar's on my mindPackin' bullets from the mines, mutha *****a'sRepeat 1 until fade
