Angels
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That's right, It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit
This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all
No doubt, Seven O'clock, Fantasy Island
This episode is, "Death to a Brooklyn man"
And this is Tony's Angels
Ayo
It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover agents, far beyond narcs
Amazed by they beauty marks, Wonder Woman bracelets
Knee-high boots that was made by Clarks
My dick got harder at how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid, as if
If I was modern day King Midas
Doreen, Skye and Kelly, Starky's Angels, Shaolin's finest
Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn
Plus I played the whip real low 'cause my face was woofin'
My angels jetted outta' of Albee Square, gun out, wrap in their hair
Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air
Chase a nigga down block for block, squeezing glocks
These mommies real angels, to blow off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
The more they ran, the more they skirts got dirtier
Sending shots like check day, FedEx expressway
Boom bow bing, you heard the gunplay
"Who shot that duck out the window?", Mr. Lee said
"Three pay now, you fucking weed head"
We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead
Then I pulled up, "Come on girls to Club Med"
Stay tuned, for villain, three's company
Don't sleep, part one
Two brown sisters assisted the villain, DOOM
He woke up stoked, like they was still in the room
Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep
Released his other leg, arm, head, and rose to his feet
Staggering except for the socks and mask, naked
And checkin' for the keys, the stack
A robbery expected
Yet, nothing obvious was missin'
Recollecting now why Hollywood Hotties stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti's
Personal nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie
Chasing Patrice with Thai iced teas
She drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy
Told the hoes "I don't feel so well, my belly"
Roll down Melrose, drive me to the telly
Y'all go ahead and get the L's, and get back, I'll be 'kay
Feelin' woozy, no Uzi, who's he seen in the lobby, Ray
(Peace) Pizza man, (change a hundred) stopped and looked
Nah, whoops, left the knot in her pocket book
Elevator slow, cuz I'm that careless
Entered the room, and fell flat on the terrace
Woke up, dag, "Who bound and gagged him?"
Got him for two outta three pack, bags magnum
Each gram of villain sperm, street worth a G
I call them Mr. Furley, was played by Charlie Murphy
Fuck Charlie
That's right y'all, we gon' get back out there on the stand
Kelly, you gon' give me some pussy (To be continued)
You know what you gon' do
You too Dorine, your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit
Uh-huh, that's right, yeah I'ma call them Theodore niggas
SWAT team on alert and shit
Uh-huh, yeah
That's right, Skye you can't hide baby, you got the best head nigga
Word out
This real angel shit, y'all my bitches
Tony Bosely in this bitch, nigga
Word out, gimmie back my boots
Motherfucker