gone, yeah You don't know me You don't know me Me, you, me, you, me, you, you don't know Me, you, me, you, oh, you don't know
You think you know me Got me figured out Your casting shadows Forget about the doubt You think you know me You think I care You should spend some time
is drowning in cold grey sand The winds of time You knock me to the ground I'm dying of thirst I wanna run away I don't know how to set me free to live
queen Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud Next to you all the others could be weeds You're the only one my garden needs Ooh, you know the art of
queen Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud Next to you all the others could be weeds You're the only one my garden needs Ooh, you know the art of conversation
, them niggas can't be dying Bone Thugs Negro Don't know where you are? It can't be over! It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout? Nigga
is how we movin Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin You're so far from
five) [Obie Trice] Niggaz conive, I thought you know it Ya main man setting up, nigga ya blew it Told him what you doing, baby, ya ruined You ain't knowing
shoulder Well, I'd love to say they'd up and go away I know that you ain't cryin' But that don't mean that you don't feel Deep inside you might be dying
tears wipe my bloody face I wanna feel me living my life outside my mind Dreams can make me mad I can't leave my dream I can't stop myself don't know
Hennessey Man, them niggas can't be dying Bone Thugs Negro Don't know where you are? It can't be over It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout
tired games. And the pattern of the art of war represents disease. I don't know who your are, so, how do you know me? To these days, where we are forced
your goal? Don't turn around and sell the devil your soul. Use every piece of energy, you feeling me? Is you feeling me? Niggas wanna have this power
Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud Next to you all the others could be weeds You're the only one my garden needs Ooh, you know the art of conversation
ya?ll, especially when them bustas sippin? on that haterade, talkin? behind your back and trying to stop you on a day to day, I don?t make music for
of time, I fear that my time will never come Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure No aggression, why they've got to learn, if they don't things won't
