Thinking of you Thinking of you Thinking of you Justice for some is a high price to pay There you remain in your self appointed cage Now that you slept
you slept in your own bed of nails Cry all along realizing that you failed - Ooh Thinking of you Thinking of you Thinking of you - Ohh Nothing can save you
that you slept in your own bed of nails Cry all along realizing that you failed - Ooh Thinking of you Thinking of you Thinking of you - Ohh Nothing can save you
you more concerned about bein hard than havin fun [Busta Rhymes] Yo, wow Tig', I see you takin it there; you got your arsenal, huh? I think I know where
Said you more concerned about bein hard than havin fun [Busta Rhymes] Yo, wow Tig', I see you takin it there; you got your arsenal, huh? I think I know
, and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show
can see again Concentration, let me be So I can breathe again Yeah, I can see you beneath my soul Yeah, I know you're still there I can see you beneath
all you understand... You will drown in me Liquefy... You think you can stop me, but you won't Because I've got the willpower and you don't Becoming
you to decide. No more reasons to think for yourself anymore. It's under control. Mastermind Will choose and decide for you. Not one thing Left for
you're getting older You sit and watch your life go by And you can blame yourself You call me over You call me brother But I despise you Like there's
to make Whatever you choose You've got something to lose And you don't want to make a mistake. Time passes by in the blink of an eye And you've hardly
Said you more concerned about bein' hard than havin' fun Wow Tig', I see you takin' it there, you got your arsenal, huh? I think I know where you got
love bud And if you think you can hang Then come fuck with a thug And I don't give a fuck if you a crip or you a blood But when you see a thug you better
The mentions are kept minimal And when I diss I say names Buck bein' subliminal You asked for my autograph Memorized my recitals Well last year You groupies And now you
love bud And if you think you can hang, then come fuck with a thug And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood But when you see a thug you better
