Dj Kayslay Angels Around Me (featuring G-unit 50 Cent) Lyrics

Angels Around Me (featuring G-unit 50 Cent) Lyrics

[50 Cent] G-UNIT! Haha.. haha







[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]



If, some shots should happen to go off tonight



Don't worry about me, I'll be aight



Niggaz can waste ten while firin at me



Cause I'm God's child, there's angels around me







[Young Buck]



Life's a bitch and then you die, this couldn't be worse



I either don't eat this week, or snatch this purse



Clip hangin out the side of my car



commin outta my eyes is bloodshot red, I'm high but LET'S RIDE!



I ain't scared, if I die it was meant to be



He might send for you, before he send for me



Gun-butt you with the back of the baretta



The three-fifty-seven or, the black mac-eleven



We drive bulletproof Coupes nigga, go on take your shot



We used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up blocks



Got them shells with them green tips just for y'all



You can run but they comin through them concrete walls



Banks dropped me off and show me where he live at



Think he tough? I'ma put six in his six-pack



When you hear that click-clack bitch better get back quick



One to the chest make niggaz do backflips







[Chorus]







[Lloyd Banks]



You don't think I know you niggaz want me to get murked



Get lowered in the dirt in all black with a button-downed shirt



Cold with two to the dome - the little niggaz



don't get to see Disneyland, they'll settle for a funeral home



You don't need hoes to know that the lead's hot



I'm prepared for anything tonight as long as it's not a headshot



The bigger the rim, the bigger the tire



Hollow tips'll make him feel like a nigga on fire



Everybody gotta go, it's the truth



So I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth



I seen niggaz in wheelchairs, eye patches and crutches



Arm slings that came home to haze and dutches



We can go there but need I shoot



Put some holes in your Fila suit, you probably hurl when you see my Coupe



I play the hood all the time cause I don't give a fuck



You can shoot me down but as long as I keep gettin up, WHAT!







[Chorus]







[50 Cent]



Shootout shots ricochet, dots in that nigga dere



When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit



On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer



hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man



Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man



A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections



They have me sprayin automatics in every direction



Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no



I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold



You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit



Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's



From LA to NY, on the red-eye



Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin



My street slang, my penitentiary posture



Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters



I'm big in New York, like B.I.G.



Plus I runs with D-R-E







[Chorus]