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T S O L Angel

Empty arms torn apart Angel walked out and left me with a broken heart Everyday I take the blame I let my whole world slip away I had an angel That

that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous (Fab): Preach, Brother

way to solve 'em (Solve 'em...) (Keep it on the positive) P-O-S-I-T-I-V-I-T-Y (2x) We're currently located over the Los Angeles scene While you see

to shoot Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricades us like Beirut Me don't show no love cause it's us against dem Dem never ever love me cause it's sport

man) (French) Sade dit moi pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir ? Le plaisir sans l'amour. N'y a t'il plus de sentiment dans le culte de l'homme ? (Sade

trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the

(feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O

Jigga What' Wouldn't be sign to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a

trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the