Diddy - Angels (Diddy Describes DIRTY MONEY & s New Single Angels) текст песни

hot song man...im feeling the dirty money sound cuz its like nothing thats in the game right now?...

featuring Dirty Money & Notorious B.I.G.

Biggie:
Uh, uh, uh
Ain’ no shook hands in brook-lyn
army fatigued then fatigue the enemies
look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up
moms crotched up over the casket screamin bastard
cryin, know my friends is lyin
i know who killed em’ filled em with them lugers from they rugers or they deserts
dyin’ aint the shit but it’s pleasant kinda quiet watch my niggas bring the riot

Diddy:
Came from heaven just to sing a song for you
To the rhythm of my love for you, and now it’s beating slow, and you know
its the end of the road when i sing that slow song for you you
And love was nothin but another gun for you
And I would hide it in my helpless soul
I’m not afraid to go down the road where we go, i don’t know, you can hear em callin, don’t you, when the angels call like

Chorus: Diddy/Dawn
yoooooo
if you don’t wanna stay you can goo
it seems love don’t live here no more
the angels are flying so low, singing to you (don’t you hear me callin you)
he’s the one you love (cause i hear them callin me)
and he’s the one you trust (now that time is almost through)
time is runnin out (there’s nothin left to do)
when they’re callin you
When the angels call like (i answer)

Verse 2:
for me, for you, i will tell the angels no
let em turn back in to stone
i do, love you, it’s true
fire, climbing
we ignore the angels call
they were warnings after all
it’s cool, if im, with you
when the angel’s call like

Chorus: Diddy/Dawn
yooooo
if you don’t wanna stay you can goo
it seems love don’t live here no more
the angels are flying so low, singing to you (don’t you hear me callin you)
he’s the one you love (cause i hear them callin me)
and he’s the one you trust (now that time is almost through)
time is runnin out (there’s nothin left to do)
when they’re callin you
When the angels call like (i answer)

Biggie:
Uh, uh, uh
Ain’ no shook hands in brook-lyn
army fatigued then fatigue the enemies
look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up
moms crotched up over the casket screamin bastard
cryin, know my friends is lyin
i know who killed em’ filled em with them lugers from they rugers or they deserts
dyin’ aint the shit but it’s pleasant kinda quiet watch my niggas bring the riot