my bitch thats my bitch [Chorus - Elly Jackson] I?ve been waiting for a long long time just to get off and throw my hands up high and live my life and live
it's what you do When you wink at me What's the lord think of me For being so fucking weak, I find it hard for me to breathe So here's where my story
Now go stand in the corner And think about what you did Ha, time for a little revenge The story starts when it was hot and it was summer And I had it
it bothered I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met Who could appreciate George Bataille Standing at a Swedish festival Discussing, 'Story of the Eye' Discussing, 'Story
Goodbye Should be saying that to you by now, shouldn't I? Laying down a law that I live by Well, maybe next time I've got a thick tongue Brimming with
costs, y'all thought I would fall off, that was just a small loss, we can have a ball off, fly to N.Y. meet me at the Waldorf, the story 'n' architecture
Nialls Harris, retired 25 years, United States Army The guy who gave Big Kenny his top hat Was one of the wounded who lived This song is his story} {
people live inside a tiny little box They're preoccupied about mismatching their socks I never been one to worry 'bout much I just wanna laugh and love I just wanna live
to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories
the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been a great story in
, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like this: Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw? My life's been a great story in
connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die I can't put any cut on the product, I just can't live
well Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed, somehow I always fell I guess a lot of players got this story to
static Me and this sucker punk went at it Bang, Nine automatic Hunted child I'm the hunted child Sources say the assailant was 17-years old And lives
this case the dough Roll with the blow till considered a hoe Babies are born and pawned off to grand mama The bitch ain't done, she still lives for the
nautically nasty G Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype Recognize the type? Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life I had a story