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Lyrics: Biggie: Uh, uh, uh Ain’ no shook hands in brook-lyn army fatigued then fatigue the enemies look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up moms crotched up over the casket screamin bas**** cryin, know my friends is lyin i know who killed em’ filled em with them lugers from they rugers or they deserts dyin’ aint the sh** but it’s pleasant kinda quiet watch my niggas bring the riot Diddy: Came from heaven just to sing a song for you To the rhythm of my love for you, and now it’s beating slow, and you know its the end of the road when i sing that slow song for you 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 Chorus: Diddy/Dawn yoooooo if you don’t wanna stay you can goo it seems 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: for me, for you, i will tell the angels no let em 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 im, with you when the angel’s call like Chorus: Diddy/Dawn yooooo if you don’t wanna stay you can goo it seems 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 army fatigued then fatigue the enemies look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up moms crotched up over the casket screamin bas**** cryin, know my friends is lyin i know who killed em’ filled em with them lugers from they rugers or they deserts dyin’ aint the sh** but it’s pleasant kinda quiet watch my niggas bring the riot More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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