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Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket screamin', "Bastard!" Cryin', know my friends is lyin' I know who killed 'em, filled 'em With 'em Lugers from they rugers or they Deserts Dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Came from the heaven just to sing a song for you To the rhythm of my love for you And now it's beating slow and you know This the end of the road When I sing this slow song for you And love was nothin' but another gun for you And I would hide it in my hopeless soul I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go I don't know, you can hear them callin', don't you? When the angels call like Yo, if you don't wanna stay you can go But since love don't live here no more The angels are flyin' so low Singin' to you Don't you hear them callin' you? (He's the one you love) 'Cause I hear them callin' me (And he's the one you trust) Now that time is almost through (Time is runnin' out) There's nothin' left to do (When they're callin' you) When the angels call like (I answer) For me, for you I will tell the angels no Let them turn back into stone I do love you It's true Fire climbing We ignore the angels call, they were warnings after all It's cool if I pick you When the angels call like Yo, if you don't wanna stay you can go But since love don't live here no more The angels are flyin' so low Singin' to you Don't you hear them callin' you? (He's the one you love) 'Cause I hear them callin' me (And he's the one you trust) Now that time is almost through (Time is runnin' out) There's nothin' left to do (When they're callin' you) When the angels call like (I answer) Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket screamin', "Bastard!" Cryin', know my friends is lyin' I know who killed 'em, filled 'em With 'em Lugers from they rugers or they Deserts Dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot When the angels call like When the angels call like When the angels call like When the angels call like When the angels call like When the angels call like |
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