[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, 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, 7 o'clock Fantasy Island
This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
This is 'Toney's Angels'
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, it was three white bitches who worked for Toney Starks
Undercover agents, far beyond narcs
Amazed by their beauty marks
Wonder Woman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made by Clarks
My dick got hard on how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid, as if
If I was modern day King Midas
Doreen, Sky, 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 out of Albee Square
Gun out, wrapped in their hair
Kinda crowded, so they clapped in the air
Chase a nigga down, block for blocks, squeezin' Glocks
These mami's real anxious to blow off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
The more they ran, the more they skirts got dirtier
Sendin' shots like Check Day
FedEx Express way
"Boom!" "Bow!" "Bing!" – you heard the gun play
"Who shot that duck out the window?!?" Mr. Lee said
"Three pay now, you fuckin' weed head!"
We can stop the fire, the suspect, he's dead
Then I pulled up, "Come on, girls – to Club Med!"
[Break: MF DOOM]
Stay tuned – 'The Villain Threes Company'
"Don't Sleep: Part 1"
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Two brown sisters assisted the Villain DOOM
He woked up, stoked like they was still in the room
Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep
Loosened his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet
Staggerin' – except for the socks and mask, naked
Grabbed up the boxers, fussin', pissed and checkin'–
For the keys, a stack, a robbery expected
Yet nothing obvious was missing
Recollectin' now why Hollywood hotties
Stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti
Personal nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie
Chased Patrice with Thai iced teas
She drive wild nice to Veggie Fried Rice Spicy
Told the hoes, "I don't feel so well, my belly"
Rolled down Melrose, "Drive me to the 'telly"
"Y'all go 'head and get the L's, and get back, I'll be 'kay"
Feelin' woozy, no uzi, who's he see in the lobby? Rae
"Peace!" Pizza man, "Change for a 100?" stop and look
"Naw! Whoops!" Left a knot in her pocketbook
Elevator slow, "Is I'm that careless?"
Entered the room and fell flat on the terrace
Woke up – "Dag, who bound and gagged 'em?"
Got 'em for two out of three packed bags, Magnum
Each gram of Villain sperm's street-worth a G
The part of Mr. Furley was played by Charlie Murphy
[Outro: Ghostface Killah & (MF DOOM)]
"Fuck Charlie! That's right, y'all
We gon' get back out there on the sand
Kelly – you gon' give me some pussy
(To be continued...)
You know what you gon' do
You too, Doreen! Your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit
Uh huh, that's right, yeah, I'm call the Theodore niggas
TWAT Team all alert and shit
Uh huh, yeah... that's right
Skye, you can't hide, baby – you got the best head, nigga
Word up!
This real 'Angels' shit, y'all my bitches
Toney Bosley in this bitch, nigga, word up
Give me back my boots,... motherfuckers
