The Samsung Propel is a slider phone with a full QWERTY keyboard. It has a 2.2 inch display. Texting, emailing, and instant messaging is fun with this wireless phone. You can even insert pictures, video clips, sound clips in your messages. For instant messaging you can use AOL, Yahoo! and Windows Live Messenger. With video sharing you can share live streaming video with friends & family. With Mobile email you can use AOL, Windows Live and Yahoo!
Web browsing is fun with this wireless phone. With MEdia Net you can have wireless internet access. With the dedicated CV key you can get instant news, sports, weather, entertainment and more.
This cell phone is GPS capable. With AT&T Navigator you can get turn-by-turn directions, traffic alerts and more.
With the 1.3 megapixel camera with 4X zoom you can take pictures and videos. You can send these pictures to friends & family. You can store your pictures and music on a MicroSD memory expansion, up to 8 GB.
You can play music with the MP3 player. You can download music with AT&T Mobile Music. With MusicID you can identify songs you are listening to. With a Bluetooth enabled wireless headset you can listen to your favorite music. You can download music directly from your computer too with an optional USB cable.
From the Media Mall you can download ringtones, games, graphics and themes. The Samsung Propel has the important productivity tools like calendar, alarm clock, call waiting, caller ID, personal organizer, address book, conference calling, and call forwarding. The Propel is world phone capable.
The Propel has up to 5 hours talk time and up to 10 days standby time.
The Samsung Propel is an inexpensive multi-media slider phone with many features.
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But no one hears my plea

Burn my candle fast from both ends

Nightmares grow from dreams

You don’t know, you can’t see thrugh my eyes

So you don’t know me

You don’t know whats going through my mind

But can you help me

Save me from myself if you ever really cared

Save me from myself, tell me you’re not scared

Intensity that grows within me

Reflections of my pain

I’ll create or I’ll destroy

But either way it’s always in my veins

You don’t know, you can’t see through my eyes

So you don’t know me

You don’t know whats going through my mind

But can you help me

Save me from myself if you ever really cared

Save me from myself, tell me you’re not scared

Save me… from me…

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with somebody, these are the words that you got to learn to say. Now

listen carefully. Here it comes…)

I’ll be loving you always

with a love that’s true, always

When the thing you’ve planned

needs my helping hand,

I will understand, always, always

Days may not be fair, always

Yeah but that’s when I’ll be there, always

Not for just an hour,

Not for just a day,

Not for just a year, but always.

I said that I’ll be loving you, always

with a love that’s true, always.

When the thing you’ve planned

needs my helping hand,

I will, I will understand, always, always

(Oh that’s pretty … that’s pretty too … Oh darling)

The days may not be fair, always

Yeah but that’s when I’ll be there, always

Not for just a second, or a minute, or an hour,

Not for just a weekend and a shake down in the shower,

Not for just the summer and the winter going sour,

But always, always, always

(Ok if you don’t want to quit, let’s try it one more time)

I’ll be loving you, always

with a love that’s true, always.

When the thing you’ve planned

needs my helping hand,

I will understand, I will, I will understand, always, always

The days may not be fair, always

(Don’t worry, baby)

That’s when I’ll be there, always

Not for just an hour,

Not for just a day,

Not for just a year, but always

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you want me to cross the border?

well come on baby

you want me to cross the border?

well come on baby

(Boobonic)

They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones

and aye, the AK tear bones, Homes

seldomely ever talk over cell phones

or chase dudes, I choke ‘em like bass tubes

every whip, every bitch, every leather coat

since ‘88 to right now I was never broke

back then I was V’d up

with a nut cup, problem with the price nigga? see Buck

never waitin’ in line nigga, I bump

pay everybody shit just to get to the front

young, did I mention Twenty One?

with more houses that sell than Century Twenty One

cops respect ’cause they know we big

and ain’t lock us up for bodies that they know we did

that M shit clean you out like ammonia

imagine ‘89 fuckin’ Appolonia.

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Last name Robinson, first name Stacy

I was gettin’ Cagney high and gettin’ head from Lacy

‘88 graffiti, chicks was still masin’

I was a Millionaire when Rick James was freebasin’

I paved the way, showed ballers how to ride today

I chopped the roof off my ride that day

imagine all the hate I made?

used to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days

they would shoot up my cars

I would just slide back through with new rims and a paint job

flamboyant like a gold One-Ninety

with a side panel reading, I want you to find me

c’mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it came with a Kit

when you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it

Ron..ahem…Heroin, excuse me ya’ll

I’m from Virginia where the Southern draw

don’t mind me…

(Mr. Mister)

See, it’s lil’ Bucky, my jewels? husky

connects like broads, I fuck ‘em but they don’t fuck me

who owe me money in the streets? try to duck me

wigs get split like bananas, trust me

keep it butter, call me Land ‘O Lakes

got more crack on the streets than Cali after earthquakes

Southwest gon’ vouch for this

our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick

easy money, that was all in Eighty-Nine

locked down every block, made all gravy mine

Gucci slides cost Three-Twenty-Five

I, pulled up in the Three-Twenty-Five I

and A.J. bought a Joe-Paul-Mary

silk shirts, his gators was Blueberry

and this the shit OG’s used to do

scoop every young boy and treat ‘em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)

It’s like ya’ll don’t know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve

given a half at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve

ain’t nobody come near the minor

that was runnin’ spots in both North and South Carolina

by Ninety I was already a crack legend

pullin’ up a year early in a brown Ac Legend

I ain’t cop from Uptown, I re’d by the shores

and I could go a month straight in Fila Valores

the way I used to equip with my features

I was comin’ to Junior High School in better whips than the teachers

’bout my paper, I ain’t even think ’bout the chicks

but I kept everything Gucci from my link to my kicks

beatbox Mike, I learned to cook as a child

got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my trial

got Five at Eighteen, I took it and smiled

came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves

I’m back…

(Chorus)

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