Angels

(Welcome to first class) (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) When thugs die Do angels start to cry? Some shit that I gotta get up out my system (out my system) Why the fuck God keep on taking all my niggas? (All my niggas?) If they ain't dead, seem like they caught up in the system (in the system) Some done with fed and can't do nothing but send some pictures (send some pictures) Tryna care all my dawgs and they children (they children) Even though I got some flaws, I'm still the realest (I'm still the realest) I still have thoughts 'bout fallen soldiers who ain't with me (who ain't with me) So if I'm off, just please don't hold that shit against me (please don't hold that shit against me) When thugs die Do angels start to cry? When thugs die Do angels start to cry? I swear this life shit getting fishy, tryna hide all my issues Growing up, I ain't have any one of my siblings, it was just me and my killers Riding 'round all black, four deep, tinted windows, see a opp pack, we hit him If it's sweet then you know you gotta hop out and send 'em, I don't give a fuck who with 'em But when it's one of yours, that shit ain't the same (that shit ain't the same) He a thug, so ain't no trust, he gotta charge it to the game (yo) He live his life with no remose, he know this street shit come with pain It's crazy how when gangsters die it's like it always seem to rain When thugs die Do angels start to cry? When thugs die Do angels start to cry?