Letra de Angel Of Mercy
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[Intro]
I was out on the street,
Just a tryin' to survive
[2Pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
Thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's
They after a playa but I won't let em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene
I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down tha four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
Before the penitentiary
Let's get it on!
[Chorus]
I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins.[2x]
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets
And your sock it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swingin days
When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on!
[Chorus]
I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins.[2x]
I was out on the street,
Just a tryin' to survive
[2Pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
Thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's
They after a playa but I won't let em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene
I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down tha four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
Before the penitentiary
Let's get it on!
[Chorus]
I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins.[2x]
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets
And your sock it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swingin days
When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on!
[Chorus]
I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins.[2x]
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