Angels Say

I wanna talk about bitches, bad bitches

But soon as I start talkin' 'bout bad bitches

I get calls from the bullpen from one of my pictures

The block's on fire

The cops keep circlin', business come before pleasure

But this bitch, she workin' with an ass fatter than my weight in '06

Plus she Ryde or Die like that joint from Jadakiss

And got a criminal mind like she down with KRS

But she with Crack man, Crack man

You know what that mean

TriBeCa, skyscraper, view behind the flatscreen

Fingerprint stained on the window

From backshots, neighbors watchin' blame it all on the endo

And I don't even smoke

Shit is realer than ever so I don't need to joke

Pull the curtain back and watch the 62 float

Lookin' up I swear to God, I could pull the moon close

There you go, there you go...

And the angels sing

And the angels sing

And the angels sing

And the angels sing

I wanna talk about bitches, bad bitches

But soon as I start thinkin 'bout bad bitches

Shots ring off louder than Fantasia singin'

This ain't American Idol, it's more like survival

'Cause when you wear chinchillas in the winter like I do

You piss off ya rivals

Like Crips do the Pirus, like Lakers to Celtics

The game will define you

Just don't miss ya shot like Patrick Ewing in the finals

Make sure that you aim straight

When you pull the trigger, keep the drugs and guns separated

Friends don't underestimate 'em

Yeah, rest in peace John Gotti

Diamonds in the piece, complement my body

And since I drop a hundred, dropped a couple on the 'Rari

Cop the 2K12 shit, lookin' like Atari

Long legged yellow bones

Model bitches, fuck 'em all and I send 'em home

It's Crack, it's Crack...

And the angels sing

And the angels sing

And the angels sing

And the angels sing