Текст (слова) песни: Sporty Thievz - Angel

 
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 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) 
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 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 [what?] 
Don`t forget it`s daylight, not late night, look 8 flights up 
She`s Jake`s wife, snake type, better take flight [word?] 
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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