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)