[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

Got 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