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Текст (слова) песни: DJ KaySlay f 50 Cent, G-Unit - Angels Around Me

 
[50 Cent] G-UNIT! Haha.. haha 
 
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] 
If, some shots should happen to go off tonight 
Don`t worry about me, I`ll be aight 
Niggaz can waste ten while firin at me 
Cause I`m God`s child, there`s angels around me 
 
[Young Buck] 
Life`s a bitch and then you die, this couldn`t be worse 
I either don`t eat this week, or snatch this purse 
Clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani 
My eyes bloodshot red, I`m high but LET`S RIDE! 
I ain`t 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-11 
We drive bulletproof Coupes nigga, go on take your shot 
We used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up blocks 
Got them shells with them green tips just for y`all 
You can run but they comin through them country walls 
Bang dropped me off and show me where he live at 
Think he tough? I`ma put six in his six-pack 
When you hear that click-clack bitch better get back quick 
One to the chest make niggaz do backflips 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Lloyd Banks] 
You don`t think I know you niggaz want me to get murked 
Get lowered in the dirt in all black with a button-downed shirt 
Cold with two to the dome - the little niggaz 
don`t get to see Disneyland, they`ll settle for a funeral home 
You don`t need hoes to know that the lead`s hot 
I`m prepared for anything tonight as long as it`s not a headshot 
The bigger the rim, the bigger the tire 
Hollow tips`ll make him feel like a nigga on fire 
Everybody gotta go, it`s the truth 
So I figure while I`m waitin on my turn I`ma blow up the booth 
I seen niggaz 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 don`t give a fuck 
You can shoot me down but as long as I keep gettin up, WHAT! 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[50 Cent] 
Shootout shots ricochet, dots in that nigga dere 
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 
 
[Chorus]
 


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