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