love you, my dear [chorus] You're my angel of love Oh boy, yes you are You're my angel of love Oh, oh, oh, oh You're my angel, my angel Of love Girl
, I love you, my dear [chorus] You're my angel of love Oh boy, yes you are You're my angel of love Oh, oh, oh, oh You're my angel, my angel Of love
I love you, my dear [chorus] You're my angel of love Oh boy, yes you are You're my angel of love Oh, oh, oh, oh You're my angel, my angel Of love Girl
an airport My new broad is neurotic with a slight mustache But somethin 'bout the crazy bitch won't let me quit her She went trick-or-treatin with her kids
t blame it on yourself, sweet thing, you tried Love you claimed to share just wasn't there You're too good for that, and it wasn't fair Love's taken its
out Angie, that's me, on the vocals All night, all night long HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on
m on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone) This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn) Now bag
t right I told you niggaz what +I Luv+ on +First Family 4 Life+ As I move around the world acquire new lights New loves, new mics, new thugs, I'm still
what's in they soul! So "Untitled" it is I never changed nothin', but people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new
every thing, puts a smile on my face And I recognize the strong goal But I keep on going, I keep on going I keep on going on Hey mighty love Watching
it for granted. Instead, take a look around, Quit complaining and build something on that ground! Plant something on that ground! Dance and sleep on that ground! Get on
we see On my block Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still play But on our block we still play And block parties in tha projects lastin'
t blame it on yourself, sweet thing, you tried Love you claimed to share just wasn't there You're too good for that and it wasn't fair Love's taken its
m on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone) This mag is on, let me rock on (Crack of dawn) Now bag
on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on EM When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em And I
kids a singer. A good singer. And gettin' better JUDGE: Then he oughta be great by the time you get out. 6 months. FRANKIE: OH EARTH ANGEL, EARTH ANGEL THE ONE I ADORE LOVE
the backyard goes! Heeeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Daddy's home sweetheart It seems that the dreams for the children on the block Has gone from love
