1.Angel
An angel, an immortal spiritual creature, attendant upon god.
(verse 1)
Ay yo for you crooked cops, the thug life lookin nox
Wife cooking rocks, i'm on lookout, but couldn't watch
It's terrible the scenario got me going till it's burial
Kept it stereo, so we buried him with his radio
Some niggas robbed him and shot him took his hat keys
Left his head a hole in the front, with no backpiece
I'm stressin', some voices on both sides of my head
One says, 'chill,' the other's like, 'them niggas gotta be dead'
Instead we all went to they block, 'bout to flip on a clip
The full clip in my shit, and tight grip on the pit
The serious slow, them kids was curious and shook
Like, '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 heat
He said, 'i was sent as your guardian, you're the only one that
can see me
Killing him won't bring your friend back to life, son, believe
me'
(chorus)
I'm your angel
You're my angel
(verse 2)
Yo, i'm in the crib, high, lazy, blastin' my new jay-z
Shorty i fuck with starts buzzin' my hip crazy
Call her back, 'you horny again？？' lemme find out
She's crying all hysterical i couldn't get a line out
Said her baby father wreckless, jealous over the necklace
Beat 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 onboard
That'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, nigga
Pass it up, 'cuz she might be settin' your ass up or what
You and son bump heads, get to clappin'
Get locked up for life and it could've been avoided
But your male pride destroyed it, eager to bust chrome
You 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)
Got so close to money's face looked like he put his toungue on
him
Blew the blunt on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him
Taking 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 rep
And i know you ？？ goin' to do something you're gon' regret
Don't forget it's daylight, not late night, look 8 flights up
Or feel the snake bite, right？ bet you didn't even see her
Cat with the reefer peeped her, shit, i didn't see her either
On the phone rattin' you, pointin' at you like a statue
Get rid of the gat, dude, out my face before i smack you'
He laughed cool, put it down, took aim again
Walking back he said hey my friend, what's your name again？
(chorus x2)
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