G Unit Ft. 50 Cent Angels Around Me Lyrics

(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha!
Chours: If some shots happen to go off tonight
Don't worry about me I be alright
Necks to waist down they firin at me
because I'm God's child there's angels around me

Chours x 2

Verse 1(Young Buck)
Life can't be this
and then you die this couldn't be worse
I either dump eat or sleep or s_____ this purse
clip hangin out the side of my car kunive
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 see it for ya'll before he see it for me
gun b___ you with the back of the beretta
the 357 or the black mackelletta!
We drive bullet proof coupes n____ gon take ya shots
We use to shoot hoops n____ now we shoot up blocks
Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll
you can run but they coming through them country walls
Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at
think he dope I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack
when you here that click clack
betta get back quick
one to the death make n____s do back flips

Chours x 2

Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$)
Yeah I know you n____s want me to get merked
get lowered in the dirt
in an all black b___on down shirt
call and see to the dome
where lil' n____s don't get to see disney land
they settle for a funeral home
the only hoes that know that the leads hot
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 n____ on fire
Everybody got to know it's the truth
so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth
I seen n____s in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches
arm slings that came home to train conductors
we can roll it but need i shoot
put some holes in your Fila suit
you'll probably url when uyou see my coupe
I play the hood all the time because I don't give a f___!
n____ can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what!

Chours x 2

Verse 3(50 Cent)
Shoot up shots with the shed
doc say that n____ dead
when your times up your times up this is real s___
t'ma ball til my number fall say a praier hopin god there
look i odn't fear man
only thang out let's bang out I don't care man
an eye for an eye my perfect to perfections
I'll have you sprayin automatics in every direction
blew me lew me loco nut case oh no
i'm more like teh kid who put the game i na choke hold.
you stunt it I stop it
I make it a profit
Everytime you hear my vocals coming out them low lows
from L.A. to N.Y. on a red eye
Teflone in my luggage you got to love it
I'm thuggin' streets like my penatentary proster
got me out sellin' n____s whole f___in' rosters
i'm Big in New york Like B.I.G.
plus i rolls with some B.R.E!

Chorus x 2