Lyrics:
I've never seen ten thousand angels cry
But I'm sure they did
As they stood by
And watched the savior die.
God turned his head away
He couldn't
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
to go to the early grave, a motherfucker like me
Ready to murder maze, I want to go to heaven but not right now
Bout to pushing infrared like dimes,
Went to school with the garbageman and keeps it on the hush
For a few thousand bucks, we ghetto fabulous
[Chorus (4x):]
Puttin' check down
Step
Pinch history
Feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in my dreams
'Cause I'm still not listening
X marks the spot
On your calendar days
A beard
game
But on the other side of the rainbow -- yo' shit's exactly the same
I aim one eye closed, so now you've been exposed
To my scope, an infrared target
the Likwit Crew
Chorus: repeat 8X
Funny style
King Tee:
Now watch me run amuck
And gun em up with the shit
Rebel rhymin from Tha Liks
the gleams from the Infra-Red beams
Another motherfuckin' walk-by in your hood
Better pack two clips up on your hips and it's all good
That nigga Death,
of ten I'm eleven elevate my level
Got one hell of a business wit my inner rhythm
Angels
Everybody got angels
We could ride top down
But when the sky
him leaving Cornbread's, should of busted his head by the light
Grip my infrared tight, ready to bust teflons
I was itching to do him in, when he
Alone x2
Wiping away my tears x2
Surrounded by the clouds in the sky
As they are so unique with memories
That brings back the tears I cry
Emotional
There've been times, when I thought I heard angels
And I must admit, it took me by surprise
I heard rhythm, and the fullness of life
So rich, it
how niggas praise luck
He did a drive-by in a John Deere he a brave buck
The infrared gone mark him out
I like tracer rounds I enjoy marking my targets
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their joyus strains
Gloria O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)
Come to Bethlehem and see
(Gloria O sing Gloria)
Him whose birth the angels sing
(Gloria O
He sent me to the company doctor
And he examined from head to toe
Whatever's wrong with ya, young man
My x-rays just won't show
I say, angel
hid
Who is Mr. X? Who is Mr. X?
Try to forget his name
Who is Mr. X? Who is Mr. X?
That's Mr X of Xmas fame.
While Shepherds watch their flocks by
Grind for the team
10 ways to the top
Only 1 for the drop
Tell me who gon be there
For you when all of this stops
(ahh yeah)
Had some tough times with
para ti
Ya que se rumora que vienen por mi
Chambeo y me paro en la mía, en la mía (x2)
Almighty
I wanna by like mike, pero gigante
Sigo en la misma
The eventide
Has come again
To tell me I
Should leave by ten
I've got my keys
Clutched in my hands
Could be a knife
I tell myself
If I had
angels broke cages
They seen animals, we made stages
Became famous by freein' the world of their own danger
Prison mentalities, we're all hanging from
[Intro/Outro: repeat 2X ]
Foul cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up
Two in the head leaded up
Call
ByStorm business.
Tell yo honey to go and listen.
I need for you and the Reepz to put a hit
out on the industry.
You know my fee. Wit a ten
meet your fate
I'm with Carlito's Way, rollin with the real
Protected to infinity in a security shield
Chorus: (2x)
I want it all
Surrounded by techs
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