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, mutherfucker 

We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' 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 fuck 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 

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' 

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 

Oh, I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Oh I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Oh I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Oh I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Look in they grill and get the real 

Cuz expressions can mean alot 

Threw my trust in your progress 

And you guessin' I seen alot 

The paper got us dressin' and impressin' 

We spend alot 

Confessions get us blessings from the Lord 

We sin a lot 

Wonder will He let me in? 

And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why 

Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy 

Now who am I? 

It's P. Diddy muthafucka 

Do or die? 

Don't give a fuck motherfucker 

Roll through, trust no chicken 

Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition 

Buck, buck ammunition baby 

You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down 

And mami wants to help out 

So bought the best computer 

Yes, stress never more 

Fresh out the foster home 

If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist 

Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers 

Can she come buy with me? 

Come ride with me, provide me with a gun 

Slide the weeded road, come get high with me 

You don't come weed with me anymore 

You don't need me anymore 

Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor 

Who been left before a black out 

Tear up the stackhouse 

Comin' out detention or they always rat Come on 

Pick it up, ride through 

Oh, I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Oh I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Oh I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Oh I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club 

Smack the prettiest in a mini 

Whittiest beefin' with the mistress 

Can see they just beatin' up 

Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles 

Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book 

Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny 

Gotta be spendin' 

We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element 

What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin' 

Dippin and talking' how it's for money 

And ending up going back 

We made like forty one trips 

Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

See what you niggas do to me, I do to you 

And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do 

We can do it anywhere, right here, right there 

And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare 

Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat 

They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money 

No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips 

War's on my mind 

Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's 

Oh, I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Oh I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Oh I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way 

Oh I said, oh yeah 

When they come to lock you down 

Don't let it come our way