ANGELZ

Yea, that's right It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither This is real shit This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all No doubt, 7 o'clock Fantasy Island This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man" This is Tony's Angels It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks Undercover agents, far beyond narcs Amazed by their beauty marks, Wonder Woman bracelets Knee-high boots that was made by Clarks My dick got hard at how they spoke and shit Every language was music to the kid as if I was modern day King Midas, Doreen, Skye and Kelly Starky's Angels, Shaolin's finest Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn Plus I played the whip real low cause my face was woofin' My Angels jetted out of Albee Square Gun out, wrap in their hair, kinda crowded so they clap in the air Chased a nigga down block for block, squeezing Glocks These mommies real angels took one off his top He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar The more they ran the more their skirts got dirtier Sending shots like check day, Fed Ex expressway Boom bow bing, you heard the gunplay "Who shot that duck out the window", Mr. Lee said "Three pay now, you fucking weed head" We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead Then I pulled up, "Come on girls to Club Med" Stay tuned for the conclusion Three's Company Family Jewels Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, DOOM He woke up stoked like they was still in the room Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep Release his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet Staggering except for the socks and mask, naked Threw on the boxers, searching for the Treo Checkin' for the keys, the dough A robbery expected, yet nothing obvious is missing Recollected now why Hollywood hotties stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti's Personnel nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie Chasing Patrice with Thai iced teas She drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy Told them both, I don't feel so well, my belly Spin me down Melrose, drive me to the telly Y'all go head and get the dutches, be back copy Feeling woozy, no uzi, who's he see in the lobby Peace, Peace, pizza man, change a hundred, stopped and looked Whoops, left the knot in her pocket book Wasn't the juks but too careless fearless Got to the room and fell flat out on the terrace The question remains who bound and gagged him That's when they found the empty pack of black Magnum Villains skied a gram on the street, fifty G The part of Mr. Roper was played by Mr. T