Styles P - Where The Angels Sleep lyrics

[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, n******gs'll shoot you, it's crucial Ain't Marley Marl but i'm part of the Juice crew Bra** in the bark of the dutch, and the deuce deuce Spit on a nuke to get loot, I'm the sh** lou sh** is a dog like pitbull, a shih tzu Right arm up in a fist getting clenched too Give them an inch and them n******gs will take a mile Father they style and them n******gs will try to style on you But not me n***a, Amma Cafie n***a, can't pop me n***a I always come with a good plan And if that don't work, I switch out to the hood plan [Hook] [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 motherf**er in the game no jokes .45 will leave your a** hight, no smoke [Hook]