Lyric Angels With Dirty Faces - Puff Daddy

Lyric Song Angels With Dirty Faces: Bizzy Bone
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin til the cops come
Big beefbig beefin with the Mistress
On and on and on and on and on and on and
Over the backs of the lines as we growlmuther er
We are livin in the last mother in 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 do you believe in
Say goodbye to the bad guy
Zy rollin with my cateyedeadeye
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 like pit bulls in the bull pen
Make that a fineno
If you don t like my bulletsto hell if he ain t fashion
LA lootersthrow your mask on
Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin
Puffy
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 talereach niggas in every cell
From my block to the worldgave the glock to my girl
Don t mix the kids with the biz
Babythe industry s hell worth it
1 OhI saidoh yeah
When they come to lock you down
Don t let it come our way
Oh I saidoh yeah
When they come to lock you down
Don t let it come our way
Oh I saidoh yeah
When they come to lock you down
Don t let it come our way
Oh I saidoh yeah
When they come to lock you down
Don t let it come our way
Puffy
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
Bizzy Bone
It s P Diddy mutha a
Puffy
Do or die
Bizzy Bone
Don t give a mother er
Roll throughtrust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin me what s ammunition
Buckbuck ammunition baby
You let me slow downthe guy that got me s fell down
And mami wants to help out
So bought the best computer
Yesstress 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 meprovide me with a gun
Slide the weeded roadcome get high with me
You don t come weed with me anymore
You don t need me anymore
Believe me bitchshit 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 upride through
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Insidioushiddiousgritty 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
Yeahwe want it like thatyou know what I bring
Puffy
Yeahyeahyeah
See what you niggas do to meI do to you
And if I m who you came to seethen do what you gotta do
We can do it anywhereright hereright there
And if you sleepturn your dream to a nightmare
Niggas don t creepno sleepfeel the heat
They lookin at me funny a hoeget this money
No time for the misfits niggasbring your clips
War s on my mind
Packin bullets from the minesmutha a s
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