Biggie:   Uh, uh, uh   Ain' no shook hands in brook-lyn   auto futigued then fitigue the enemy   look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up   moms crotched up over the casket screamin bastard   cryin, know my friends is lyin   i know who killed em' filled em with them lugers from they rugers on they deserts   dyin' aint the shit but it's pleasant kinda quiet watch my niggas bring the riot      Diddy:   Came from the heavens just to sing a song for you   To the rythym of my love for you, and now it's beating slow, and you know   this the end of the road when i sing this slow song for you you   And love was nothin but another gun for you   And I would hide it in my hopeless soul   I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go, i don't know, you can hear them callin, don't you, when the angels call like      Chorus: Diddy/Dawn   yoooooooooooo   if you don't wanna stay you can goo   but since love don't live here no more   the angels are flying so low, singing to you (don't you hear me callin you)   he's the one you love (cause i hear them callin me)   and he's the one you trust (now that time is almost through)   time is runnin out (there's nothin left to do)   when they're callin you   When the angels call like (i answer)      Verse 2:   calling, for you, i will tell the angels now   let them turn back in to stone   i do, love you, it's true   fire, climbing   we ignore the angels call   they were warnings after all   it's cool, if i, pick you   when the angel's call like      Chorus: Diddy/Dawn   yoooooooooooo   if you don't wanna stay you can goo   but since love don't live here no more   the angels are flying so low, singing to you (don't you hear me callin you)   he's the one you love (cause i hear them callin me)   and he's the one you trust (now that time is almost through)   time is runnin out (there's nothin left to do)   when they're callin you   When the angels call like (i answer)      Biggie:   Uh, uh, uh   Ain' no shook hands in brook-lyn   auto futigued then fitigue the enemy   look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up   moms crotched up over the casket screamin bastard   cryin, know my friends is lyin   i know who killed em' filled em with them lugers from they rugers on they deserts   dyin' aint the shit but it's pleasant kinda quiet watch my niggas bring the riot