separated you from me. You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above, And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
it to me [Justin Timberlake:] Could you speak up and stop the mumbling I don't think you're getting clear. Sitting on the top, it's hard to hear you
outside, I'm comin through {Nas singing} I thought you loved me I thought you cared for me I thought you needed me Did you believe in me? * repeat
to me [Justin Timberlake:] Could you speak up and stop the mumbling I don't think you're getting clear. Sitting on the top, it's hard to hear you from
you see it fool Snoop's everywhere, Italy I'm heavy there Did a show in Rome like hoe say you ain't never there Talking 'bout you popping bottles I don
I'm Bugsy, you be nice to somebody short You never know when somebody short Might have to be nice to you OUT
are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
I hear is moms prayin', I keep hearin' gran sayin' "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me" "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me" "Somebody
That you stopped yo life to watch mine, Yeah you see it fool, Snoops everywhere, Itlay I'm heavy there, Did a show in Rome like hoes say you ain't ever
: you better believe it you better believe it you better believe it my money dont fold i be gettin this dough you better believe it you better believe it you
for a wheel chair! What you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible Terrible, what you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know
to me Could you speak up and stop the m-m-mumbling I don't think you're getting clear Sitting on the top it's hard to hear you from way up here I saw you
it to me [JT] Could you speak up and stop the mumbling I don't think you're getting clear. Sitting on the top it's hard to hear you from way up here. I saw you
it to me give it to me Could you speak up and stop the mumbling I don't think you're getting clear. Sitting on the top it's hard to hear you from way up here. I saw you
you from me You'll never know the hurt I suffered Nor the pain I rise above And I'll never know the same about you Your holiness or your kind of love