Fallen- fallen- now don't you worry Cause everybody's got an angel. Don't worry, everybody's got an angel Sooner or later everybody's bound to tell There's
hearted Fallen- fallen- now don't you worry Cause everybody's got an angel. Don't worry, everybody's got an angel Sooner or later everybody's bound to tell There's
process. An angel appeared wit' sneaky ways and gave me stress. Now what am I to do? My album's platinum but I'm still feelin' blue. C'mon. Yeeeeeeeeeeeah
these Firestones I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers For the buyers chromosomes I got summers I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stopping Got pot
, it's not your fault You stupid as fuck, that's why you got caught You never get out an' I'm still amazed You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some
about this shit This the remix Let's go Remix Remix Remix [Chorus - T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got
with you (let's go) And do what I gots to do, if it's possible 'cause I ain't tryna stop ya boo (uh huh) Got an agenda (yeah) Got on a ninja (yeah) One
, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's I guess
me an extra buck when I was shit I'ma love you The same, if you would stop (Lil' Rob)(Chorus) And I remember, when times was easy That's what everybody
the gathering. Welcome to the burying. Or I hang you on the wall like an art gallery. You got short salary. and I got long money. I got cash money. I got
wonder, can I go If there's a heaven but on earth it's survival Connected with angels but to demons, I'm vital Approaching with hate, oh yes it's homicidal
'Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe And you won't survive in South Central Now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be You realize that
's not an act, we so fresh, so hood (It won't stop) You knew that it never would Knew that it never would Lakers, Dodgers, Ducks, Kings Angels, Clippers
I found Allah in the process An angel appeared wit' sneaky ways and gave me stress Now what am I to do? My album's platinum but I'm still feelin' blue
spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers For the buyers chromosomes, I got summers I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stoppin' Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin, and that's
clock struck half past I'm movin' fast with a blast I'm like an angel in the city with the devil's path And everybody's out to get me So I quickly stick
