Where Angels Sleep Styles P

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Life is gettin' way too deep
When I die, I wanna go where the angels sleep
Yeah, I'm outside tryna make ends meet
My mens ten deep in the Range and Benz jeeps
They in-route too, niggers'll shoot you, it's crucial
Ain't Marley Marl but I'm part of the new Juice Crew
Brass in the bark of the dutch in the deuce deuce
Spit on a nuke to get loot, I'm the shit, dude
Niggas'll dog you like Pitbull, a Shih Tzu
Right arm up, and a fist is gettin' clenched too
Give 'em a inch and them niggas'll take a mile on you
Father they style and them niggas'll 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

[Chorus]
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