Angels Around Me (Explicit Album Version)

[50 Cent] G-UNIT! Haha.. haha
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
If, some shots should happen to go off tonight
Dont worry about me, Ill be aight
* ***** can waste ten while firin at me
Cause Im Gods child, theres angels around me
[Young Buck]
Lifes a ***** and then you die, this couldnt be worse
I either dont eat this week, or snatch this purse
Clip hangin out the side of my car
commin outta my eyes is bloodshot red, Im high but LETS RIDE!
I aint scared, if I die it was meant to be
He might send for you, before he send for me
Gun-butt you with the back of the baretta
The three-fifty-seven or, the black mac-eleven
We drive bulletproof Coupes *****, go on take your shot
We used to shoot hoops *****, now we shoot up blocks
Got them shells with them green tips just for yall
You can run but they comin through them concrete walls
Banks dropped me off and show me where he live at
Think he tough? Ima put six in his six-pack
When you hear that click -clack ***** better get back quick
One to the chest make ****** do backflips
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[Lloyd Banks]
You dont think I know you * ***** want me to get murked
Get lowered in the dirt in all black with a button-downed s*irt
Cold with two to the dome - the little ******
dont get to see Disneyland, theyll settle for a funeral home
You dont need hoes to know that the leads hot
Im prepared for anything tonight as long as its not a headshot
The bigger the rim, the bigger the tire
Hollow tipsll make him feel like a ***** on fire
Everybody gotta go, its the truth
So I figure while Im waitin on my turn Ima blow up the booth
I seen ****** in wheelchairs, eye patches and crutches
Arm slings that came home to haze and dutches
We can go there but need I shoot
Put some holes in your Fila suit, you probably hurl when you see my Coupe
I play the hood all the time cause I dont give a ****
You can shoot me down but as long as I keep gettin up, WHAT!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Shootout shots ricochet, dots in that ***** dere
When your times up, your times up, this is real s*it
On my b***s til my number calls, say a prayer
hopin God hear - look, I dont fear man
Wanna bang out lets bang out, I dont 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
Im more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold
You stunt and I stop it, Im makin a profit
Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-los
From LA to NY, on the red-eye
Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, Im thuggin
My street slang, my penitentiary posture
Got me out sellin ****** whole ****** rosters
Im big in New York, like B.I.G.
Plus I runs with D-R-E
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