I'm gonna rock you Rockabye don't bother cry No one's ever gonna hurt you, love I'm gonna give you all of my love Rockabye baby, don't you cry Somebody's got you She tells him "ooh love" Nobody matters like you (stay up there, stay up there) She tells

You're just a brand new second hand gal No man no wan' no Brand new second hand gal You better go back around so You're just a brand new second hand You're only acting like You are somebody But I don't no say You know nobody

See my shit is getting worse before it's getting better It's like the people got a curse, can't nobody stay together I watch you gun my people down, plus we're killing off each other, no, ooh oh Somebody's gotta take a stand Then some more cops came They

Don't care how long it takes I'm going all the way Sooner or later gotta love somebody Like a shock to the heart I've got news for you But I'm nobody's fool I ain't nobody's fool I know you think I'm no match for you baby You like being rough on me don't

Rockabye baby I'm gonna rock you Rockabye baby, don't you cry I'm gonna give you all of my love Nobody matters like you" So, Rockabye baby, Rockabye Somebody's got you Rockabye baby, Rockabye

I can get up and face the day Just fine all by myself Go out and take on the world And get it done like nobody else Ohh but I don't do lonely well Baby since you've been gone I leave the TV on Gotta hear somebody's voice I just need some kind of noise

I've found my I was wrong all along Here we are finally I've wasted too much time There could be somebody like thee I'm wasting no more time Baby I would do anything for you Nobody's ever treated me quiet like you do

Oh, tell me you love me On days like this You ain't nobody 'til you got somebody I need someone on days like this, I do I need someone On days like this, I do Oh, can you hear my heart say I don't know who I am without you No, you ain't nobody 'til you

You're just a brand new second hand Brand new second hand You're only acting like You are somebody But I don't love to say You're not nobody Don't exhaust our painted face, girl 'cause underneath that face You're just have disgrace

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