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 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 progressi