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]