Diddy feat. Notorious B.I.G. & Rick Ross - Angel's | Текст песни

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• Diddy feat. Notorious B.I.G. & Rick Ross
• Angel's

Uh-huh...
This that Dirty Money..
Uh-huh...
(Uh..Uh..) It's that Dirty Money

[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uh, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up,
Shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin Bastard!
Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em
With the lugars from they Rugers
Or they Desert,
Dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet,
Watch my niggaz bring the riot..
Uh, uh, uh... (It's that Dirty Money...)

Came from heaven
Just to sing a song for you...
To the rhythm of my love for you, and now it's beatin slow
And you know, this the end of the road
When I sing that slow song for you...
And love was nothin' but another gun for you
('nother gun for you..)
And I would hide it in my helpless soul
I'm not afraid to go down the road
Where we go
I don't know, you can hear 'em callin,
Don't you?
When the angels call like..

Yooooooo-hoooo!
If you don't wanna stay you can goooooo-ohh...
It seems love don't live here no morrre...
The angels are flyin' so loooow, singin' to you
(Don't you hear me callin' you?)
He's the one you love...
('cause I hear 'em callin me...)
and he's the one you trust...
(...like our 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 answeeeeer)

Falling....for yooooou...
I will tell the angels, "No"
Let 'em turn back into stone
I doooo... (I doo...) love yoooou... (love yoooou...)
It's true.... (It's true...)
Fire...climbing...
We ignore the angels' call!
They were warnings after all
It's cool... if I'm....
with you....
When the angels call like...

[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me
Locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin' Bastard!
Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em
With the lugars from they Rugers
Or they Desert,
Dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot..
Uh, uh, uh... (It's that Dirty Money...)