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Tricky Angels With Dirty Faces

Water, now I've got me a daughter Carriage for two I call my baby Boo Hey T, I've got a little black girl And this little black girl's beautiful Carriage

don't like guns And in them comes spoil the rude boys funds I'm resilian I don't just wanna male a million And if the radio shows throw low blows We do this with

boost up the record sales Now which one of you's gonna be the next niggy You don't have to worry 'bout them, 2pak holding hands with biggy I watch where

Peyote sings 'Excuse me, what you looking at ? Aren't you that ? Yes I am, why ? I've seen you on television Yeah I do that stuff, helps me sell my vision

Oceans won't soothe me You love it when I'm leaving You love it when I'm leaving Angels with dirty faces Disappear without traces Them bones Angels with dirty faces

on my door, I opened it, no quit It was Sarah standing there with a bag named Kit She starts to use me and abuse me and at first I wasn't with it Then

it when I'm leaving You love it when I'm leaving Angels with dirty faces Disappear with out traces Them bones Angels with dirty faces Disappear with

it when I'm leaving You love it when I'm leaving Angels with dirty faces Disappear with out traces Them bones Angels with dirty faces Disappear with

: (feat. Martina Topley-Bird) Martina: I've been working so hard Just came home from my job I look down in my wallet Goddamit I been bought Where can