Angelz

[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"

And this is Toney's Angels...

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Aiyyo – 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 at how they spoke and shit

Every language was music to the kid, as if

I was modern day King Midas

Doreen, Skye 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, wrap in their hair

Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air

Chased a nigga down block for block, squeezing Glocks

These mami's real anxious to blow off his top

He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar

The more they ran, the more their skirts got dirtier

Sending shots like Check Day, FedEx Express way

"Boom!" "Bow!" "Bing!" – you heard the gunplay

"Who shot that duck out the window?!?" Mr. Lee said

"Three pay now, you fucking weed head!"

"We can stop the fire – the suspect, he's dead"

Then I pulled up, "Come on, girls – to Club Med!"

[Interlude: DOOM]

Stay tuned for the conclusion

Three's Company: "Family Jewels"

[Verse 2: DOOM, (Raekwon), and Mr. T]

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

Released his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet

Staggering, except for the socks and mask, naked

Threw on the boxers, searching for the Treo, checkin'–

For the keys, the dough, a robbery expected

Yet nothing obvious was missing, recollected

Now why Hollywood hotties stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti's

Personal nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie

Chasing Patricee with Thai iced teas

She drive wild nice to veggie fried rice, spicy

Told 'em both, "I don't feel so well, my belly –

Spin me down Melrose, drive me to the 'telly

Y'all go head and get the dutches – be back, copy"

Feeling woozy, no uzi, who's he see in the lobby?

("Peace") "Peace," pizza man: ("Change a hundred?"), stopped and looked

"Naw!" Whoops, left the knot in her pocket book

Wasn't the juks, but too careless, fearless

Got to the room and fell flat out on the terrace

The question remains, who bound and gagged him?

That's when they found the empty pack of black Magnum

Villain's skeet – a gram on the street, 50 G

The part of Mr. Roper was played by Mr. T – "I'm Mr. T!"

[Outro: Ghostface Killah, Mr. T, and (DOOM)]

Fuck Charlie!

Shut up, fool! Like I was sayin'... (True story) I'm Mr. T!

Kelly, you gon' give me some pussy

You know what you gon' do (Janet was dark-skinned...)

You too, Doreen, your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit

(Kristy was brown-skinned...)

Uh-huh, that's right, yeah, I'ma call the Theodore niggas

TWAT Team on alert and shit

Uh-huh, yeah, that's right... Skye, you can't hide baby

You got the best head, nigga – word up!

(The mask was chromed out...)

This real 'Angels' shit, y'all my bitches

Toney Bosley in this bitch, nigga

Word up... gimme back my boots

Word up...

Theodore!

[Outro: Paloma Faith as "Cat Girl"]

Villain...