Текст песни DJ KaySlay f 50 Cent, G-Unit - Angels Around Me
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[50 Cent] G-UNIT! Haha.. haha[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]If, some shots should happen to go off tonightDon`t worry about me, I`ll be aightNiggaz can waste ten while firin at meCause I`m God`s child, there`s angels around me[Young Buck]Life`s a bitch and then you die, this couldn`t be worseI either don`t eat this week, or snatch this purseClip hangin out the side of my Karl KaniMy eyes bloodshot red, I`m high but LET`S RIDE!I ain`t scared, if I die it was meant to beHe might send for you, before he send for meGun-butt you with the back of the barettaThe three-fifty-seven or, the black mac-11We drive bulletproof Coupes nigga, go on take your shotWe used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up blocksGot them shells with them green tips just for y`allYou can run but they comin through them country wallsBang dropped me off and show me where he live atThink he tough? I`ma put six in his six-packWhen you hear that click-clack bitch better get back quickOne to the chest make niggaz do backflips[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]You don`t think I know you niggaz want me to get murkedGet lowered in the dirt in all black with a button-downed shirtCold with two to the dome - the little niggazdon`t get to see Disneyland, they`ll settle for a funeral homeYou don`t need hoes to know that the lead`s hotI`m prepared for anything tonight as long as it`s not a headshotThe bigger the rim, the bigger the tireHollow tips`ll make him feel like a nigga on fireEverybody gotta go, it`s the truthSo I figure while I`m waitin on my turn I`ma blow up the boothI seen niggaz in wheelchairs, eye patches and crutchesArm slings that came home to haze and dutchesWe can go there but need I shootPut some holes in your Fila suit, you probably hurl when you see my CoupeI play the hood all the time cause I don`t give a fuckYou can shoot me down but as long as I keep gettin up, WHAT![Chorus][50 Cent]Shootout shots ricochet, dots in that nigga dereWhen your time`s up, your time`s up, this is real shitOn my balls `til my number calls, say a prayerhopin God hear - look, I don`t fear manWanna bang out let`s bang out, I don`t care manA eye for an eye, my perfect to perfectionsThey have me sprayin automatics in every directionCall me Louie Loco, nut case, oh noI`m more like the kid that put the game in a chokeholdYou stunt and I stop it, I`m makin a profitEvery time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo`sFrom LA to NY, on the red-eyeTeflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I`m thugginMy street slang, my penitentiary postureGot me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rostersI`m big in New York, like B.I.G.Plus I runs with D-R-E[Chorus]