Dirty Money - Angels feat. Diddy & Notorious B.I.G.

Lyrics to Angels feat. Diddy & Notorious B.I.G. by 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 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 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