[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
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
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, it was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover agents far beyond narc's
Amazed by their beauty marks
Wonderwoman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made by Clark's
My dick got hard on how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid as if
If I was modern day King Midas
Doreen, Sky, and Kelly
Starks Angels, Shaolin's Finest
Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn
Plus I played the whip real low
Cuz my face was woofin'
My Angels jetted outta Albee Square
Gun out, wrapped in they hair
Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air
Chase a nigga down, block for blocks
Squeezin' Glocks
These Mami's real anxious to blow off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
The more they ran, the more they skirts got dirtier
Sendin' shots like Check Day
FedEx Express way
**Boom!, Bow!, Bing!** You heard the gun play
*Who shot the duck out the window*? Mr. Lee said
*Three pay now, you fuckin' weed head*
We can stop the fire, the suspect, he's dead
Then I pulled up - "Come on girls to Club Med"
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
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, it was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover agents far beyond narc's
Amazed by their beauty marks
Wonderwoman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made by Clark's
My dick got hard on how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid as if
If I was modern day King Midas
Doreen, Sky, and Kelly
Starks Angels, Shaolin's Finest
Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn
Plus I played the whip real low
Cuz my face was woofin'
My Angels jetted outta Albee Square
Gun out, wrapped in they hair
Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air
Chase a nigga down, block for blocks
Squeezin' Glocks
These Mami's real anxious to blow off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
The more they ran, the more they skirts got dirtier
Sendin' shots like Check Day
FedEx Express way
**Boom!, Bow!, Bing!** You heard the gun play
*Who shot the duck out the window*? Mr. Lee said
*Three pay now, you fuckin' weed head*
We can stop the fire, the suspect, he's dead
Then I pulled up - "Come on girls to Club Med"
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