Puff Daddy - Angels With Dirty Faces lyrics

[bizzy bone]<br>Let it go (let this angel life go)<br>Let yourself go<br>(time is passin' 'til the cops come)<br>Big beef, big beefin' with the mistress<br>(on and on and on and on and on and on and)<br>Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker<br><br>We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days<br>This is revelations<br>If it don't go down now<br>That mean aye'body was wrong<br>Can you face yourself with that question? <br>Or the answer? what the fuck do you believe in? <br><br>Say goodbye to the bad guy<br>'zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye<br>Ain't afraid to flame a rat up<br>But I hot out fathom<br>My album hit the shelves<br>We hustle for record sales<br>Hit my liquor store<br>Let my niggas learn about in jail<br>Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell<br>This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen<br>Make that a fine, no<br>If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion<br>L.a. looters, throw your mask on<br>Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin'<br><br>[puffy]<br>I'm married to the game and every year's the same<br>Bullets rain all season<br>Heaven and hell is only what you believe in<br>Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason<br>Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin<br>By the grievin'<br>My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell<br>From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl<br>Don't mix the kids with the biz'<br>Baby, the industry's hell worth it<br><br>1 - oh, I said, oh yeah<br>When they come to lock you down<br>(don't let it come our way)<br><br>Oh I said, oh yeah<br>When they come to lock you down<br>(don't let it come our way)<br><br>Oh I said, oh yeah<br>When they come to lock you down<br>(don't let it come our way)<br><br>Oh I said, oh yeah<br>When they come to lock you down<br>(don't let it come our way)<br><br>[puffy]<br>Look in they grill and get the real<br>Cuz expressions can mean alot<br>Threw my trust in your progress<br>And you guessin' I seen alot<br>The paper got us dressin' and impressin'<br>We spend alot<br>Confessions get us blessings from the lord<br>We sin a lot<br>Wonder will he let me in? <br>And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why<br>Because I'm a bad boy they wanna label me a bad guy<br>Now who am i? <br><br>[bizzy bone]<br>It's p. diddy muthafucka<br><br>[puffy]<br>Do or die? <br><br>[bizzy bone]<br>Don't give a fuck motherfucker<br><br>Roll through, trust no chicken<br>Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition<br>Buck, buck ammunition baby<br>You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down<br>And mami wants to help out<br>So bought the best computer<br>Yes, stress never more<br>Fresh out the foster home<br>If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist<br>Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers<br>Can she come buy with me? <br>Come ride with me, provide me with a gun<br>Slide the weeded road, come get high with me<br>You don't come weed with me anymore<br>You don't need me anymore<br>Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor<br>Who been left before a black out<br>Tear up the stackhouse<br>Comin' out detention or they always rat (come on)<br>(pick it up, ride through)<br><br>Repeat 1<br><br>Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club<br>Smack the prettiest in a mini<br>Whittiest beefin' with the mistress<br>Can see they just beatin' up<br>Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles<br>Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book<br>Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny<br>(gotta be spendin')<br>We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element<br>What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin'<br>Dippin and talking' how it's for money<br>And ending up going back<br>We made like forty one trips<br>Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring<br><br>[puffy]<br>Yeah, yeah, yeah<br>See what you niggas do to me, I do to you<br>And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do<br>We can do it anywhere, right here, right there<br>And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare<br>Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat<br>They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money<br>No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips<br>War's on my mind<br>Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's<br><br>Repeat 1 until fade