(Drop dead) Look at you You're some kind of fine Boy, you know Nobody even come close Be my sweetie Be my honey tonight

Picture me upon your knee, Just tea for two and two for tea, Just you for me and me for you, alone! Nobody near us, To see us or hear us, No friends or relations On weekend vacations We won't have it known, dear, That we own a telephone.

See the stars in the city She sees a diamond when the world sees dust Finds the glitter in the gritty That girl sees something nobody else can see When she sees something in me Yeah she could see the stars in the city I know I ain't much but In the city

Nobody's gonna say I didn't give it all (ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) I could bet it all on me 'Nother reason why I work like a motherfucker If tomorrow doesn't come, I got my guns loaded For the fight, I'll take an eye out, take it high If my days are almost

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

I've tried goodbye a hundred times, not one of them true I'm screaming "I don't want you" but you know that I do (nobody like you) But I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone again And all I want, all I want is to feel again There's nobody like you (nobody like

Nobody cares for me Nobody (nobody) There's nobody (nobody) I ain't got nobody I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go People know the part I'm playing Paid for every dance, selling each romance What will they say about me? When the end comes, I know

Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord. Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord. Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord. Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead,

They want G shit, give it to 'em This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) Since nobody wanna make G shit I'm a rich nigga like I don't know I can change if

Nobody's gonna hurt you Nobody's gonna do this for you What you say? What you say? Can I keep us locked in my room I was running through the meadows Through the meadows with my ghetto boy I've been waiting in the corners for you Come on, baby, lift your