If we cut out the bad Well then we'd have nothing left Like I cut up your mouth The night I stuffed it all in And you lied to the angels Said I stabbed
gun Whoa whoa I told the angels Cant stay in heaven I asked the devil If we cut out the bed well then we'd have nothing left Like I cut up your angels
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a gun Whoa whoa I told the angels Cant stay in heaven I asked the devil If we cut out the bed well then we'd have nothing left Like I cut up your angels
your little ol' R&B bull You play all day and night I represent Los Angeles all over the United States And you ain't did nothin' for me Think about it Hold up
3: afrika Used to be a player, couldn't be trusted But still in all, I never got busted Knowin' every part of new york city I thought it was fun, it used
I used to be my mommy's little Angel at twelve At thirteen I was putting shells in the gage on the shelf I used to get punked and bullied on my block 'Till I cut
angel But that angel on my shoulder got strangled For trying to tangle with his nemesis, he caught him on the wrong day And got cut like DJs spinning
up big spliff Inna mi hand and Hennessey inna mi cup Yuh see the gal dem wi ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh
hood girl Never did she notice she would end up in a shook world I was like, look girl, it?s all in the book Yeah, I used to tell her jokes, I used
like everything is all Satan In the new millennium You can't play with nobody's mind Man Deliberately messing up a good thing Or holding up a grind
the evil shit I've been through Lettin' me really know what sin do Listen 'cause the hurt cut me deep like a ginsu [chorus] This life Caught up in
a 1300 with a black mask on Tryin' to set up shop, these shorties on my block will be so glad Come and buy one sack, I'ma strap, stick dude up for that
way, givin' it up Leavin' the whole world stuck, not givin' a fuck Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut Hennessey and orange juice baby, fill up
