G-unit Angels Around Me Lyrics

Angels Around Me Lyrics

(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 



50 Cent 

Hook: 

If some shots may happen to go off tonight

Don't worry about me I be aight

Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me

because I'm God's child there's angels around me 



Hook x 2 



Verse 1(Young Buck) 

Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse

I either dont eat this week or snatch this purse

clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani

my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride!

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

He might send for yall before he send for me

gun butt you with the back of the beretta

the 357 or the black mac 11!

We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots

We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks

Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll

you can run but they coming through them concrete walls

Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at

think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack

when you here that click clack bitch

betta get back quick

one to the chest make niggas do back flips 



Hook x 2 



Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) 

Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked

get lowered in the dirt

in an all black button down shirt

cold wit 3 to the dome

lil' niggas don't get to see disney land

they settle for a funeral home

you dont needhoes to know that the leads hot

I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot

the bigger the rim the bigger the tire

hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire

Everybody got to go it's the truth

so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth

I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches

arm slings that came home to have and dutches

we can go there but need i shoot

put some holes in your Fila suit

you'll probably url when you see my crew

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

you can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what! 



Hook x 2 



Verse Three (50 Cent)

Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead

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



Hook x2