Maybe you need me And I'm startin' to think that maybe you need me Oh, what I wouldn't do for you! You're drunk, the carpet is burned I hate to find you like this I always find you like this I come home and clean up your mess What would you do without

I really don't want much for Christmas You could lose hate and I'd be blissful Make all the madness disappear That's it for what I wish No diamond-studded gifts I really don't want much this year but love Maybe just peace and while you're listening It

I want to bring You all that is in my heart I want to bring You my everything But I've failed You so many times How can I stand here before You When I begin to steal what only belongs to You I am able to bring You nothing that isn't already Yours I am so

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father, to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Now, when all of the flower ladies what back what they have lent you

Is it in you to be honest? Say what it is you’re trying to say But if you lie to me again Honest, honest I'll be the one that walks away Is it in you to be honest? We don’t communicate, can you not say what’s on your mind? And I see it every day you hide

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

Gangsta, gangsta! ("That's what they're yellin") ("It's not about a salary, it's all about reality") Three minutes my nigga, y'all know what it is JUST BLAZE! ("No more fun and games!") Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident Nigga Witta Attitude, check

She shake that ass and bring it back to me Bring that cash to me lil baby I'll help you with all your problems bae It's midnight Took a half baby It's halftime What's your math baby? You look alright Your heart is cold but it's warm inside your thighs

Make that ass drop (drop, drop) This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I

What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL raising hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D