touch, I'm out of mind. I swear to you, I'm doing fine. Won't you please leave me alone? I just need some time alone. Won't you please leave me alone?
Bone is the shit So keep on rollin ya spliff and smoke a blunt to this shit (Bone Thugs) Who was the nigga that thugged in the streets? Number one on
inside you've broken It's just a matter of time A matter of time It's just a matter of time A matter of time Show me the way they say safety in numbers
And keep coming back as a pimp Too close for comfort Too close of home You're too close from the front of the stage To be alone Here's my number When
"we left the people of israel with, one thought.. That they are not alone -- the people of new york, People of the united states of america Indeed
land where light and life dwell Yet soon will come death and the numbing fires Only then will my mind lie to rest For I am alone on this world Enslaved
' out here but snake bitches All about they things, don't give a fuck about no niggaz Young niggaz stay strapped Even wit' a baby, the mental stress alone
not so bad don't need to run Come join our primitive ways of fun We're just a wrecking crew Bored boys with nothing to do Safety in numbers, an enemy
out here in the hall mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique
alone Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone We're nothing, we're laughing We're laughing, we're nothing Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave
dinner on a dirty tin plate (Chorus:) Blood on the tracks, blood in the mine, Brothers and sisters what a terrible time. Ole 97 went in the wrong hole, Now my number
you see? You saw a fate worse than a thousand deaths Waiting for me I started to run Up through the old bazaar In my head the sound of drums My limbs numb
t need peace of mind You stay on your own and say we are wrong You're strange and you're restless you keep looking on I'm in the crowd I'm never alone
Dreams of turned back time in the safety of a second room Build up the walls and lick the wounds Retreat to isolation Comes a bullet numb and alone
the king's guards. Rut while the majority of the Scottish noblemen do not dare to question his story, Malcolm, the king's son, escapes to England with a number
on my Face To cross the border free Cornered and trapped, secret Revealed Cold press of chains Wrapped around my wrist Mind sinking, flooded with fear Captive alone
back as a pimp Too close for comfort Too close of home You're too close from the front of the stage To be alone Here's my number When I'm gone You can
shit So keep on rollin ya spliff And smoke a blunt to this shit... (Bone Thugs)... [Layzie] Who was the niggas that thugged in the streets, number one
