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Puff Daddy - Angels With Dirty Faces(feat. Bizzy Bone lyrics
[Bizzy Bone]
 Let it go (Let this angel life go)
 Let yourself go
 (Time is passin' 'til the cops come)
 Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
 (On and on and on and on and on and on and)
 Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
 We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' 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 fuck do you believe in?
 Say goodbye to the bad guy
 'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
 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 bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen
 Make that a fine, no
 If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
 L.A. looters, throw 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 tale, reach niggas in every cell
 From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
 Don't mix the kids with the biz'
 Baby, the industry's hell worth it
 [1] - Oh, I said, oh yeah
 When they come to lock you down
 (Don't let it come our way)
 Oh I said, oh yeah
 When they come to lock you down
 (Don't let it come our way)
 Oh I said, oh yeah
 When they come to lock you down
 (Don't let it come our way)
 Oh I said, oh 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 LordPuff Daddy - Angels With Dirty Faces(feat. Bizzy Bone - http://motolyrics.com/puff-daddy/angels-with-dirty-faces-feat-bizzy-bone-lyrics.html
 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 muthafucka
 [Puffy]
 Do or die?
 [Bizzy Bone]
 Don't give a fuck motherfucker
 Roll through, trust no chicken
 Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition 
 Buck, buck ammunition baby
 You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down
 And mami wants to help out
 So bought the best computer
 Yes, stress 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 me, provide me with a gun
 Slide the weeded road, come get high with me
 You don't come weed with me anymore
 You don't need me anymore
 Believe me bitch, shit 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 up, ride through)
[Repeat 1]
 Insidious, hiddious, gritty 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
 Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring
 [Puffy]
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 See what you niggas do to me, I do to you
 And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do
 We can do it anywhere, right here, right there
 And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare
 Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat
 They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
 No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
 War's on my mind
 Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's
[Repeat 1 until fade]








