There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel What you did, where you are You're with a star Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls

Entertain my faith Ah Ah ah ah ah (and I'll be holding on to you) You are surrounding all my surroundings Lean with it, rock with it When we gonna stop with it? Lyrics that mean nothing We were gifted with thought Is it time to move our feet

It's time to move on and even though I'm not ready Even though it's not easy Right now the right kind of love Is a love that lets go, go There's a gold frame that sits by the window And my heart breaks a little more each time I try To picture the memory

You're my angel, you're my angel tonight Yeah I'm never gonna let you down (I got you baby) I just gotta tell you now ('cause my heart can't wait girl) Whoa oh oh I've been given, whoa oh oh a piece of heaven Whoa oh oh yeah you're my angel, you're my

Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky Terremoto (terremoto) Que mueva to' lo que tiene Terremoto, ¡dale duro! Tú la ves, como hace lo suyo, tú la ves Como 'e, dame una vueltita otra vez Ah Ahí es que va a apretar Échate eso pa’ acá Las nalgas para

World is hating, that's forever (uh, c'mon) It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the world) Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon) World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh,

I could f*ck you all the time Early in the morning's when I think about you I hit you like what you sayin' Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin' In the morning when I wanna f*ck you (Oh yeah I make her say) And the morning when I wanna f*ck you That's

I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead I don't wanna be you I wanna make a lot of money But I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna get a real job It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do

Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the