Smoke DZA:
Right, right, what up Rich? is DZA, uh
I'm dead fresh already all i need is the wings
Some big bamboos and ima do my thing
Tell a heckler go to hell
They be blowing mines
Take em to church with this heaven sent flow of mines {x3}
Blessed ni**as with bars, on some deacon sh*t
Its father MC who you speaking with
Judas ass ni**as i be beefing with
(?) messing with the (?) angel on some geekin sh*t
But fu*k it this is America you got the right to
You high up wit you (?) but its a sour D cypher over here
Nothing but bom bom in the joints and
Now you're feeling like bro bro I'm disappointed
Ready to kill yourself ain't you?
ni**a you'll nеver see an angel
(?) been raw in this sh*t, suicide linеs
ni**a its do or die time, what up
Ricky Hil:
Angel, angel, angel, angel, (x2)
They say sleep is the cousin of the devil
I'm waking up to nightmare's under my stress
I got a QP of kush i ain't smoking to stress
I be talking it (?) she be open at best
Now look, white chucks dirty beat up leather
Ima hippie i be down for whatever
And she'll do whatever i tell her to
And i'll be fu*king in a (?)
Baby i got a needle to your heart
You can't move cause you'll bleed from the floor
Pay dues cause i played my part
DZA it ain't high it ain't sitting on mars {x2}
Angel, angel, angel, angel, (x2)