Angels Say

[Verse 1] 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... [Chorus] And the angels sing And the angels sing And the angels sing And the angels sing [Verse 2] 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... [Chorus] And the angels sing And the angels sing And the angels sing And the angels sing