[Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X)]
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Some of us have angels -- the kingdom, the power
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Some of us have angels -- the power, the glory
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Some of us have demons -- greed, and lust
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Some of us have demons -- lust, temptation
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[Nas]
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Now this is you, dressed in all black, fatigue hat, ready for combat
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A good nigga, you don't leave tracks
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A hood nigga wantin G-stacks, do what you gotta do to get that
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You feel you need that, where the jooks at?
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These are your niggaz, creepin they be leavin niggaz sleep witchu
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Loc' style, quiet no smile, it's the official
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Sometime they grimy, speakin on they own people
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They snake you if they have to, raised tattoos
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Now these are your bitches, phonin lonely homey chickens
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All the homies stick em, you think you own em man listen
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She stab you in your sleep with a knife from out the kitchen
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Put a root on you, next week they find you missin
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Dead in your Expedition in the forest, fell off the cliff and
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tumbled til you blew up, Feds told her and she threw up
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Fake bitches, actresses, wicked witch practices
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Two sides of us, negative or positive
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[Chorus]
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[Nas]
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Now this is your mom, your good luck charm
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Pushin you to do no wrong, prayin for you that you live long
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Nobody kill my baby, but she know her baby crazy
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In and out of jail, mom's screamin, "God take me!"
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This is your pop, chip off the old block that made him
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The man of the house, mom and pops seperatin
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Spittin image of a gangster the way pop walked
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the way pop talked, got older and you thanked him now
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This is your hood, poor folks drugs and robberies
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Turnin into the things moms wanted you not to be
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Crime followin the wrong dudes who have no values
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Life's cheap as the dime in the minds of those around you
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This is the test, the stress, the conflict the ups and downs of
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niggaz around you make threats
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They tell you keep it gangster, no matter the predicament
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Even though your decision won't help you benefit
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[Chorus]
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[Nas]
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Now once again this is you, entertainin your desires
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Bitches money and guns, aimin and you fire
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Everyday is grief, if it ain't beef, it's feedin your seed
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Tryin to eat? You form material needs
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The weed make your brain sizzle, a pistol make it cool off
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by stickin up niggaz, make them take they jewels off
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His reputation is, bigger than his whole life span
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He never planned to fail, he just failed to plan
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What does it take to realize, Satan's alive, he whispers
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And any chance he get, he can take niggaz
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He comes in all shapes and sizes, his best disguise is
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when he stand beside us, but God is inside us, within me
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You are your worst enemy - my mom's words echo in my head
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And if I let go I'm dead
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He stepped at my door, the ? motivate my spirit
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And now the body experience, so now I feel it
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Lookin at my blessings, the bullets - that missed me coulda hit me
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Them court cases coulda put me in the penitentiary
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I never hate, that's just wasted energy
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The past is gone, the present's a gift, so what's the mystery?
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The future - and time only reveals, what fear is
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False expectations, appearin real
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We only human, love thy neighbor, so I was told
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and I will til permanently, my eyes are closed
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[Chorus]
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Some Of Us Have Angels
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