Letra de Where The Angels Sleep

[Hook]
Jah be like a long cloth to my feet
Guide and protect me when things get deep
Even though the streets full of heat
Still I gotta make ends meet
Jah be like a long cloth to my feet
Guide and protect me when things get deep
I pray that my soul you keep
Cause me wa fi to dwell where the angel's sleep

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Life is getting way too deep when I die
I wanna go where the angels sleep
Yeah I'm outside trying to make ends meet my mens
Ten deep in a range or benz jeep
Room 2, niggers'll shoot you, it's crucial
Ain't Marley Marl but i'm part of the Juice crew
Brass in the bark of the dutch, and the deuce deuce
Spit on a nuke to get loot, I'm the shit lou
Shit is a dog like pitbull, a shih tzu
Right arm up in a fist getting clenched too
Give them an inch and them niggers will take a mile Father they style and them niggers will try to style on you
But not me nigga, Amma Cafie nigga, can't pop me nigga
I always come with a good plan
And if that don't work, I switch out to the hood plan

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[Verse 2: Styles P]
God is protection, X is intersection
Trunk full of weight in the chevy, holding the Wesson
Fire will burn but we never would learn a lesson
Till the cell door close, move more keys
And we sell more Oz, and bag more grams
We ain't wanna be criminals, we had more plans
But it ain't pan out, it's rocks in this pot
That I gotta hand out as soon as they fan out
That's the old days, this the new days
Now it's Salvia, kush, lemon and Poo day
High def, Wi-Fi, clear as Blu-ray
But i'm still old school like the hanging antenna
You could play with the fan or bang your bandana
S.P the Ghost or S.P the most
Lyrical motherfucker in the game no jokes
.45 will leave your ass hight, no smoke

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