G-unit Angels Lyrics

Angels 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 need hoes 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