Angels Lyrics - Singles - Dirty Money

Biggie: 

Uh, uh, uh 

Ain' no shook hands in brook-lyn 

auto futigued then fitigue the enemy 

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 on they deserts 

dyin' aint the shit but it's pleasant kinda quiet watch 

my niggas bring the riot 

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Diddy: 

Came from the heavens just to sing a song for you 

To the rythym of my love for you, and now it's beating 

slow, and you know 

this the end of the road when i sing this slow song for 

you you 

And love was nothin but another gun for you 

And I would hide it in my hopeless soul 

I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go, i don't 

know, you can hear them callin, don't you, when the angels 

call like 

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Chorus: Diddy/Dawn 

yoooooooooooo 

if you don't wanna stay you can goo 

but since 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: 

calling, for you, i will tell the angels now 

let them 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 i, pick you 

when the angel's call like 

Chorus: Diddy/Dawn 

yoooooooooooo 

if you don't wanna stay you can goo 

but since 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 

auto futigued then fitigue the enemy 

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 on they deserts 

dyin' aint the shit but it's pleasant kinda quiet watch my niggas bring the riot