Yeah, 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 Ayo, it was three white bitches who worked for toney 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 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, 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, wrapped in their 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 that 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! Stay tuned – 'the villain threes company' Don't sleep: Part 1 Two 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, a stack, a robbery expected Yet nothing obvious was missing Recollectin' now why Hollywood hotties Stepped in giuseppe zanotti Personal nurses, Chanel purses, clk 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 Y'all go head and get the l's, and get back, I'll be 'kay Feelin' woozy, no uzi, who's he see in the lobby? Rae Peace! Pizza man, change for a 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's street-worth a g The part of mr. Furley was played by charlie murphy Fuck charlie! That's right, y'all We gon' get back out there on the sand Kelly – you gon' give me some pussy (To be continued) You know what you gon' do You too, doreen! Your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit Uh huh, that's right, yeah, I'm call the theodore niggas Twat team all alert and shit Uh huh, yeah that's right Skye, 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