[Chrous:] Do You Really Know What It Is Like To Have No Food To Eat. (You Don't Really Know) Yet You Say That Your Life Is So Hard Do You Even Know
you choose You look so confused Tell me the truth Do you know what you want (Do you know what you want) Do you know what you want (Do you know what you
you gonna set you off And I tell you anything you want But baby, you don't wanna know Baby, you don't wanna know Baby, you don't wanna know Baby, you don't wanna know
a knife Do you really wanna know They way that I feel Though you've been such a long time Running away You really wanna know That's I'd beg and steal
Do you really wanna know me? Do you really wanna know me at all? Do you really wanna know me? Do you really wanna know me at all? Do you really wanna know
angel But things are gonna change, change, change So do you really want to know? Do you really want to know my life? Would you have to let me go? Could you
too fast I don't know what to do Am I losing me or am I losing you? Didn't mean to make you cry But you don't wanna know Didn't mean to say goodbye
won't sat nothin' else 'cause you got the facts and it's up to you on how you gonna play yourself but if you decide to get with crew you better bring
D, you cant fa get you amped on sight Now mistic, she da only female Raider I know You da shit baby girl, I'm just lettin you know And last but not least
got a girl", she told me "me too" So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood (shit) Baby dont be foolish, but call her I'll watch her do it You know
block like Shaq O'Neal Me and my niggas hittin corners in the batmobile My block so hot so keep you enough shots You slip and you fall niggas get chalked
and you can rest in piss But the dis and you thought I missed I'm indestructible and untouchable Ain't givin' a fuck about what you know I don't love
the concert ass bulgin' out tha miniskirt I'm Kane that's Able, you wanna put in some worth That's a G-string you got on, boy you know your wrong Bring
You gets no love and I thought you know it Fool, you know how we do it You know how we do it Jack B nimble, and Jack B Quick If you wanna jack me on
in the fridge so it don't get stale, And when there's nothing to eat, I bite my nails. So scoob lover, you know your rhymes are kickin', Get on the mic, 'cause you know you
girl She?s five foot nothing, I?m feeling the frame A man that donkey on the back but like you need to be tamed See I got her by the game, you know it
