Angels Featuring Notorious B.I.G., and Rick Ross
Diddy Dirty Money
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Uh-huh
It's that Dirty Money
Uh-huh
(Uh, uh) It's that Dirty Money
Uh, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man
You wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!"
Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers
Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit, but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas 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
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
Yo-hoo!
If you don't wanna stay, you can go!
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin so loud, singin' to you
(Don't you hear them 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 answer)
Fallin', for you
I will tell the angels, "No", let 'em turn back into stone
I do (I do) love you (love you) 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
Yo-hoo!
If you don't wanna stay, you can go!
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin so loud, singin' to you
(Don't you hear them 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 answer)
Uh, uh, uh, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man
You wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!"
Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers
Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit, but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot
Uh, uh, uh (It's that Dirty Money)
When the angels call like
When the angels call like
When the angels call like
When the angels call like
When the angels call like
When the angels call like