Angel

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] You were my angel What happened to your wings Girl I need you to fly Oh you don’t want to fly Fuck you then I thought they would be happy to see me do good Now they wonder why I’m steady screaming fuck that hood Niggas talk crazy because I ain’t there, they ain’t crazy They know me for beefing until I let off that 80 Even my baby mamma, we don’t even talk no more She like you Hollywood ass nigga, your ass done changed Im like child support, welfare, your ass the same When its you against the world, tell me who do you trust Some punk bitch that want to be in love on a bus Yeah my hustle done changed but I got the same ambition Same mentality, the same intuition Besides a little money, man ain’t much difference Still got the same bob when I walk with the Ruger Nigga stunt if you want and I’ll put one threw ya Not when I drive by, I’ll walk up to ya Not from across the street, I’ll walk up to ya [Hook: 50 Cent] Homie, you frown when you see me up Then got the nerve to smile when you see me down I don’t understand niggas fuck it You niggas in the hood are like crabs in a bucket Homie, you frown when you see me up Then got the nerve to smile when you see me down I don’t understand niggas fuck it You niggas in the hood are like crabs in a bucket [Verse 2: Havoc] Do the sight of the Porsche got them sick, yeah Hope so, and if so, eat a dick or let it go homie Had a hood full of friends now I seem so lonely Money I made changed them, now who’s the phony Shared 40s with niggas, let them tap the bottle We was in the same boat and had the same old problems Dreamt for the top, had to start rock bottom Shit ain’t fall in my lap, fuck is on a niggas noggin Hav so cool, but now I want to rob and blow your mother fucking head off Nigga won’t die from starving The rate of niggas turning on each other is alarming My lady’s my ex-lady, yeah she got the same problem Last record went wood, voicemail was empty G-Unit Rugers now this shit is so full A nigga eating good, my stomach so full Now niggas want to stick me, oh this world is so cruel Fuck y’all niggas [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] I know that you ain’t believe in me I know you just with me ‘cause you make it easy You ain’t got to pretend, we ain’t got to be friends You can go on with your life babygirl go ahead Running around chasing clowns that you choose to fuck The kind of pussy I’m getting right now, you fucked up You just like a lot of niggas that I grew up with Get to know you long enough you just a regular bitch Niggas do long years, come home like they the shit Nigga I’ll make you wish you had nine more in You were safe in that cell, now you in my world I catch you without a pass, that ass get twirled Like the weed, you get smoked up Its too much police, you getting poked up I know that you thought that P was Pooh I know you had no idea but now you do [Hook]