's bring me out the dark, The scars of your love remind me of us, They keep me thinking that we almost had it all, The scars of your love, they leave
Raymond versus Raymond There's three sides to every story There's one side, there's the other And then there's the truth Usher Captivate them Perfection
battle's in your hands now But I would lay my armor down If you'd say you'd rather love then fight So many things that you wish I knew But the story
that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie
Was one of the wounded who lived This song is his story} {Caught in the action of 'kill or be killed' "Greater love hath no man than to lay down his
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
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
The Stories One - The Thrash of Naked Limbs Two - Le Cerf Malade Three - Gather Me Up Forever
my daddy gave me I took off the way I came, moonlight reflectin' off the chrome She didn't want my story so I didn't have to lie If I loved her it was
You know we have a million stories to tell I'm just one of a million or more stories that could be told Chorus: Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your
t wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we aint fuckin', you take me for a friend? Let me tell you the whole story of Shady'
breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying
this world behind you It's what you leave behind you when you go That farmer left a harvest, a home and 80 acres The faith and love for growin' things
heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before, oh He don't lay his head down to love
that I'm wit it I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back A hustlin' little brother with crack But now I grind a little bit harder Harder my niggaz stories
[unverified] Don't touch that And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love You can't dust on these bustas, so they die They only got love for those who love
, give me my money Don't you dur-ez, you wont get none from me Making all these dollars, all these bitches love me Bout to do my thing, everything looks lovely