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    [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 Toney's Angels

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Ayo, it was 3 white bitches who worked for Toney 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 of 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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    [MF Doom]
    Stay tuned - The Villain Threes Company
    Don't Sleep Pt. 1

    2 Brown sisters assisted the Villain Doom
    He woked up, stoked like they was still in the room
    Freed his right arm and leg
    It was more like a sweep
    Loosened his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet
    Staggerin' except for the socks and mask naked
    Grabbed up the boxers, fussin', pissed and
    checkin' for the keys, stacked
    A robbery expected, yet nothing obvious is missing
    Recollectin' now why Hollywood hotties
    Stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti, personal nurse's
    Chanel purses, she ok? shottie
    Chased Patrice with Thai iced teas
    She drive wild nice to Veggie Fried Rice Spicy
    Told the Hoes "I don't feel so well, my belly"
    Rolled down Melrose, "Drive me to the Telly"
    "Ya'll go'head and get the L's, and get back, I be 'k"
    Feelin' woozy, no oozy, who's seen the lobby? Ray
    Peace! peace to man, change 100, stop and look
    Naw! Whoops! Left a knot in her pocketbook
    Elevator slow, "is I'm that careless?"
    Entered the room and fell flat on the terrace
    Woke up, dag, who bound and gagged 'em?
    Got 'em for 2 out of 3 packed bags Magnum
    Each gram of Villain sperm streets worth a G
    The part of Mr. Furley was played by Charlie Murphy

    [Outro: Ghostface Killah] & (MF Doom)
    Fuck Charlie, that's right y'all
    we go get back out there on the scene
    Kelly you go get me some pussy
    (To be Continued)
    You know what you gon' do
    You too Dorien
    You lil fat ass can't get away neither and shit
    Uh huh, that's right yea I'm call The Theodore niggaz
    Swat Team alert and shit
    uh huh, yea that's right
    Sky you can't hide baby, you got the best head nigga
    Word up, This real Angels shit, y'all my bitches
    Toney Bosley in this bitch nigga, word up
    Give me back my boots, motherfuckers

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