Tekst:
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

would ever learn Removed the sting I finally came to terms Go ahead, hammering my mind Give it up, my heart is turning blind Loving you, It's like

world but I ain't gon' lie There's nothing like Miami's heat You put it down like New York City I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles My fantasy, hotter

rhyme since eighty-nine It's all in your mind but what's yours is mine Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes Now it ain't a nigga who could

with some real O.G's Bitch please Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees We came to get the motherfuckin G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's

ya like O.J. The stereotypes don't go away Little nigga, nice car, where the kilos lay? The po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play Thinkin' we all

, fuck you (Fuck you) And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (Fuck you) Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you Yo, everybody's a snake that's

MC's like Murray on SC's Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties Far from angels, niggas

you be? Come on, just play it with me [Shyne] When it come to hoes, we don't love not one Fuckin a friend ain't no option It's a must, her friend assists