Angels Say 2 Lyrics - Fat Joe

Crack! 

Nigga can't tell me shit about this 

Talkin' 'bout 

Legendary for some time 

We keep gettin' it 

Tell them niggas keep getting' it 

We ain't never gon' stop 

Fuck all you critics that doubt me 

Always talking about me 

I got the fuck out New York 

Took my talents to South Beach 

Does it makes me less realer? 

I'm surrounded by killers 

I just tell Yap to go yapping 

And blow some L's in the villa 

My brothers Percy in Rikers 

Facing that life, bro 

I swear them people drain the life out you like lipo 

My baby girl is my heart, 

See the world through her eyes 

So I gotta go get it and surf the turbulent skies 

Know who the boys is homie 

I'm still ducking and weaving 

Knowing damn well they coming 

To a nigga not breathing 

Let's play this game called the facts 

Strictly the facts 

If you saying the truth 

Then that is a fact 

I smack the shit out your favorite rapper 

That is a fact 

You wan' blow I could make it happen 

That is a fact 

All my niggas is getting money 

Laundromats 

You heard that yellow tape ASAP 

You knew it was crack 

Did it alone, fact 

And I made it a known fact 

Niggas is gone, sit in the throne 

With your own stack 

So many kings, you're more like Lord Disick 

Got four chains on, does that make me different? 

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And the angels sing 

You hear them bitches singing? 

Photos 

Anita, bigger, plays in the back now 

I'm in the kitchen, crack heads in the background 

I love strippers, so I'm a change the weather 

Chinchilla dark, still cold, fuck the leather 

Pimp pack with the feather 

Now I'm Goldie, so Insta-Rollie 

Gold magnums only 

Pall bearer, knee deep in the pussy 

Hang over, must be the roofie 

Kilo of gold from King Tut's tomb 

Been a don since I came out the womb 

Circle the block look at the roof before I get top 

You know what I'm about, let's get it 

Flight out to London, not talking bout tires 

Yes pretty girl, you just been hired 

No longer public housing 

Ceiling to the sky, now that's 3000 

Darkside!