Текст песни Sporty Thievz - Angel
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An angel, an immortal spiritual creature, attendant upon God.An angel, a guardian sent to overlook [echoes](Verse 1)Ay yo for you crooked cops, the thug life lookin noxWife cooking rocks, I`m on lookout, but couldn`t watchIt`s terrible the scenario got me going till it`s burialKept it stereo, so we buried him with his radioSome niggas robbed him and shot him took his hat keysLeft his head a hole in the front, with no backpieceI`m stressin`, some voices on both sides of my headOne says, "chill," the other`s like, "them niggas gotta be dead"Instead we all went to they block, `bout to flip on a clipThe full clip in my shit, and tight grip on the pitThe serious slow, them kids was curious and shooklike, "who`s that with the clenched fist tryin to pinch the crook?""Who killed my man last week? Y`all niggas is asked, man, speak!"Before I could shoot this old man put his hands on my damn heatHe said, "I was sent as your guardian, you`re the only one that can see meKilling him won`t bring your friend back to life, son, believe me"(Chorus)I`m your AngelYou`re my Angel(Verse 2)Yo, I`m in the crib, high, lazy, blastin` my new Jay-ZShorty I fuck with starts buzzin` my hip crazyCall her back, "You horny again??" lemme find outShe`s crying all hysterical I couldn`t get a line outSaid her baby father wreckless, jealous over the necklaceBeat her up good and peeled of in a Lexus"Shorty, I`m over there, sit still, just chill"In the Ac`, pedal floored with the gat onboardThat`s when I heard, "You willing to meet the law for a broad?"What the...Grabbed my heat, "Who the FUCK in my back seat?"He said, "Be cool, nigga, right now you a fool, niggaPass it up, `cuz she might be settin` your ass up or whatYou and son bump heads, get to clappin`Get locked up for life and it could`ve been avoidedBut your male pride destroyed it, eager to bust chromeYou need to bust a U-ey, son, and go the FUCK back home."(Chorus)What should I do to this kid right here?This kid right here is soft, man.Bitch ass nigga, watch this, watch this...(Verse 3)This kid ran up on the next, attempting to front on him [yo]Got so close to money`s face looked like he put his toungue on himBlew the blunt on him, swung on him, spit a lung on himTaking money`s stuff off him, heard "Ayo, get the fuck off him!"Get off him? Who dat? Who said that, YOU black?"Yeah, give his jewels back, put ya tool back you fuckin` new jack.You ain`t gon` use that you`re a cool cat, trying to repAnd I know you ?? goin` to do something you`re gon` regret [what?]Don`t forget it`s daylight, not late night, look 8 flights upShe`s Jake`s wife, snake type, better take flight [word?]or feel the snake bite, right? Bet you didn`t even see herCat with the reefer peeped her, shit, I didn`t see her eitherOn the phone rattin` you, pointin` at you like a statueGet rid of the gat, dude, out my face before I smack you"He laughed cool, put it down, took aim againWalking back he said hey my friend, what`s your name again?(Chorus x2)