Angels Say 2 Lyrics Fat Joe

[Intro]

Crack!
Nigga can’t tell me shit about this
Talkin’ ‘bout
Legendary for some time
We keep gettin’ it
Tell them niggas keep getting’ it
We ain’t never gon’ stop

[Verse 1]

Fuck all you critics that doubt me
Always talking about me
I got the fuck out New York
Took my talents to South Beach
Does it makes me less realer?
I’m surrounded by killers
I just tell Yap to go yapping
And blow some L’s in the villa
My brothers Percy in Rikers
Facing that life, bro
I swear them people drain the life out you like lipo
My baby girl is my heart,
See the world through her eyes
So I gotta go get it and surf the turbulent skies
Know who the boys is homie
I’m still ducking and weaving
Knowing damn well they coming
To a nigga not breathing
Let’s play this game called the facts
Strictly the facts
If you saying the truth
Then that is a fact
I smack the shit out your favorite rapper
That is a fact
You wan’ blow I could make it happen
That is a fact
All my niggas is getting money
Laundromats
You heard that yellow tape ASAP
You knew it was crack
Did it alone, fact
And I made it a known fact
Niggas is gone, sit in the throne
With your own stack
So many kings, you’re more like Lord Disick
Got four chains on, does that make me different?

And the angels sing
You hear them bitches singing?

Anita, bigger, plays in the back now
I’m in the kitchen, crack heads in the background
I love strippers, so I’mma change the weather
Chinchilla dark, still cold, fuck the leather
Pimp pack with the feather
Now I’m Goldie, so Insta-Rollie
Gold magnums only
Pall bearer, knee deep in the pussy
Hang over, must be the roofie
Kilo of gold from King Tut’s tomb
Been a don since I came out the womb
Circle the block look at the roof before I get top
You know what I’m about, let’s get it
Flight out to London, not talking bout tires
Yes pretty girl, you just been hired
No longer public housing
Ceiling to the sky, now that’s 3000

[Hook x2]

Darkside!