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is all right And when you cry I'll be right there Telling you you were never anything less than beautiful So don't you worry I'm your Angel standing by
s going to be alright When you cry I'll be there baby telling you were never nothing less than beautiful So don't you worry I'm your angel standing by
All through the night I'll be standing over you All through the night I'll be watching over you And through the bad dreams I'll be right there, baby Holding
Until time for take over Y'all reigns been great but now its over Now I lounge in castles surrounded by great statues A pool of jewels old kings swimming
angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angles to Stand next to To live a life that
(...the skill of Shaolin) RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass* GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's angels? *Ol Dirty singing in the background
's an angel at his table Forced to feel but not to see Blinded by her absence Haunted by her memory If only you were able to see the angel at your table
quot;grey ghost"] (...the skill of shaolin) Rza: yes the good life, you know *clinks glass* Gza: what the fuck is that, hell's angels? *ol dirty
these devils be concealing, it wont stop til Every soul is killed, then, and healed then Opressed by the pen, serve the clip, angel wings Only to be awoken by
Some of us have angels, the kingdom, the power Some of us have angels, the power, the glory Some of us have demons, greed, and lust Some of us have demons
in the desert that's a real rare find But Herod heard of it too And when he heard his curiosity grew So he asked those kings to drop by And my great
the crops And will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog Or nature, but infernal tasks "By your cursing?s and imprecations You wrong both Man and beast By
Yeah, Live, Kool Keith From the Staples Center In Los Angeles, California You know this is a song, I wrote from the heart Too much, I Love Lucy kid,
dick 'cause I'M AT the cemetery puttin creases in my G-Unit's Tryin to talk TO Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up So they could stand side by side
stand it when mc's get caught ramblin Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips Over jewels
, momma, momma As a young teenager I started to clown My momma did all she could to try to slow me down Tired of her son bein' brought home by the cops
