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[50 Cent:] G Unit ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me [Verse 1: Young Buck] Life begins and then you die this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse Clip hangin' out the side of my parka now My eyes blood shot red, i'm high but lets ride I ain't scared if I die it was meant to be He might send for you before he send for me Gun butt you with the back of the Berretta The three fifty seven Or the black Mac-11 We drive bulletproof coupes nigga go on and take your shot We used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up blocks SongtexteGot them shells with them green tips just for ya'll You can run but they comin' through them concrete walls Banks drop me off and show me where he live at Think he tough, i'm a put six in his six pack When you hear that click clack bitch, better get back quick One to the chest make niggas do back flips [Chorus: 50 Cent] Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] You don't think I know you niggas want me to get murked? Down, lowered in the dirt And all black with a buttoned down shirt Co-recieving the dome But little niggas don't get to see Disney Land and settle for a funeral home You don't need holes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight as long as its not a head shot The bigger the rim the bigger the tire Hollow tips'll make you feel like the nigga on fire Everybody got to go its the truth So I figure while i'm waitin' on my turn i'm a blow up the booth I've seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and crutches Arm slings, that came home to haze and dutches We can go there but need I shoot Put some holes in your Fila suit You probably hurl when you see my coupe I play the hood all the time cause I don't give a fuck You can shoot me now but as long as I keep gettin' up what? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Shootout shots richochet Doc say that nigga dead When your times up your times up this is real shit I'm a ball 'Till my number called Say a praire Hopin' god hear Look I don't fear a man Want to bang out, lets bang out I don't care man An eye for an eye, i'm perfect to perfection I'll be sprayin' automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a choke hold You're stuntin' I stop it I'm makin' a profit Everytime you hear my vocals Comin' out them low lows From L.A. to NY On the Red Eye Teflon in my luggage You got to love it I'm thuggin' my street slang, my penitentiary procher Got me outsellin' niggas' whole fuckin' roster I'm big in New York like B.I.G. Plus I run with D-R-E- [Chorus: 50 Cent] Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me Aus Songtexte Mania