you think... You don't know me!" [Chorus] You don't know me... Feel my pain! You don't know me... Feel my pain! You don't know me, you don't know my
... You don't know me!" [Chorus] You don't know me... Feel my pain! You don't know me... Feel my pain! You don't know me, you don't know my life, Don
blues You know you must forgive us for we care not what we do I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues But you know we can't help it
hot nigga, everything she wants Triple beams scales got me under deep spells Kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well Cocaine bought me everything I ever had And I ain't
they love you then they hate you then they love you again get away from me loniless get away from me misery get away from me fake sh-t, I can't take the
The world is changin' Verse two My next kin to crew, is a selected few If you don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you I been from cali, sac the bay
the way (I didn't know there'd be troubles) Nobody told me nothin (nobody told me nothin) That would help me to ease my pain (to help ease my pain, yeah
know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF Once
me rollin' And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You
Cee:] What you mean everybody? What about mine? [Pain:] Girl you don't know how to rap [Cee:] Jaime, you got me fucked up! [Pain:] Okay I'll let you try
I've got a bunch of people chasing me with a razor I don't like this dream as a blunt But I can't get out of it and I can't seem to wake up So I'm running
see me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit
you think you got it? Somebody else got it worse than you I done had them down and ups and Don't plan on comin' back down Don't plan on leavin' her no
ma come see you (See you) I'ma come see you (See you) I need all my dough not a dollar short And if you don't have it then you gotta go I'ma come see
of the jects where the killin' In Park Ave where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch it boy they'll show you how that
and write but I do know how to count money You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on
know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break north Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off Once
why not This ain't pop, it's hip-hop And got a lot to rock to, dip and dop to You don't have to, but you probably want to It makes you laugh because
