Angels Lyrics

Dirty Money Angels

Songwriters: Angelettie, Deric; Broady, Carlos; Carter, Shawn; Combs, Sean; Fauntleroy, James Ii; Lawrence, Ronald Anthony; Mcdaniels, Darryl; Myrick, Nashiem; Wallace, Christopher; Whitfield, Norman J; Winans, Mario;

Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Army fatigued then fatigue the 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'
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em
With 'em Lugers from they rugers or they Deserts
Dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot

Came from the 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
This the end of the road
When I sing this slow song for 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

Yo, if you don't wanna stay you can go
But since love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin' so low
Singin' to you

Don't you hear them 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)
For me, for you
I will tell the angels no
Let them turn back into 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 angels call like

Yo, if you don't wanna stay you can go
But since love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin' so low
Singin' to you

Don't you hear them 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)

Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Army fatigued then fatigue the 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'
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em
With 'em Lugers from they rugers or they Deserts
Dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot

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