crazy eyes killer, triple optic Cold man go guerilla, pure with no filler Rakaa's that real-I, bend steal at will Eyes open, wide awake, y'all keep your eyes
them thugster thugsters Chorus: Intro 3 and Intro 4 overlapped, Intro 2 [Biggie] Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took
heart out Before I get out Pink ribbon scars That never forget I tried so hard To cleanse these regrets My angel wings Were bruised and restrained My belly stings
Lorazepam flu I'm down for the count Always three times a day Sometimes four A bee stings right through the arm The high swing I ride upon My eyes can
Becomes the City of wrong That stretch is long You'll sleep and slide That stretch will find you Gagged and tied The hunter lies In a lowly ditch His eyes they sting
tear my heart out Before I get out Pink ribbon scars That never forget I tried so hard To cleanse these regrets My angel wings Were bruised and restrained My belly stings
let's ride let's ride Get high, get high, get high [x2] Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us
by wordly struggles Over and over again, life's trials try to break us down We will not give in this time Frustration, temptation So we lift our eyes
along the highway where the empty spirits breathe wild sage growing in the weeds Walked down the soft shoulder and I count my steps Headed vaguely eastward sun in my eyes
And there will be the road to all our dreams For any day that stings two better days it brings Nothing is as bad as it seems Close your eyes, look into
chest She completes me I stare at the sky through a blanket of filth Means to an end their exhaust in my lungs Stinging my eyes like a tear for an unborn
the city in broad daylight An angel in Devil's shoes Salvation in the blues You never looked like an angel Yeah, yeah Angel of Harlem Angel Angel of Harlem Angel Angel
[by Dronjak/Stromblad/Cans] Snow is falling down on this glorious land colors fading, turning into white again To fallen heroes angels sting, they cry