[Music & Lyrics: Weikath] Gimme gimme sell your souls I skin and strip you bold(ly) My revenue ain't yours All means my way, I'm mighty I clutch what
and love yourself ?Cause everything?s gonna be alright Chorus Out Keep your fancy drink, and your expensive minks I don?t need that to have a good time Keep your expensive
trayed Bricks gettin chopped, mom's pots gettin used One thrown in that water, try the soda if there's two (bring it back) Expensive shoes worn, Louis
No no no no... Check it I can't buy you fancy rings Or all of the expensive things you're used to, baby No trips around the world, no diamonds or pearls
Life aint sweet Damn shol aint peachyjus keep ya head up (oh babe) [verse 1:] As I dig deep inside my soul Look into my past And all that I had through
You had to have somebody else's, a small chrome on your pelvis Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic Your girl's too expensive, she wants shellfish
Lyrics: R. Wilbor Music: Leonard Bernstein Glitter and be gay That?s the part I play Here I am in Paris, France Forced to bend my soul To a sordid
Across every ocean For the sake of locomotion But I wouldn't have a notion How to save my soul I walk down the sidewalk Run down the boardwalk Stop and
ocean for the sake of locomotion Across every ocean For the sake of locomotion But i wouldn't have a notion How to save my soul I walk down the sidewalk
trade your soul for that normal life Elite to all objections... See beyond all tears and broken years your senses giving Up lose all confidence at your expense
Lil' kim: Where's all mah soul sistas Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas Mya: Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista Hey sista, go sista, soul sista
Verse 1 I got a bad disease But from my brain is where I bleed Insanity it seems Has got me by my soul to squeeze Verse 2 Well all the love from thee
your pussy rate Life is just a pussy race Snatch a bitch take her back to your place Next mournin I can tell you how the pussy taste I got expensive taste
body parts. You took our wills with your truthful swords. We offer prayers for your long lost souls. The remina, the risen, unjustafiable, egotistical. Power struggle at the expense
A found soul Looking to save the lost To them I am death And of not wanting An evil man [2nd Verse] For living expenses They gave me like Thirty-five
You don't have to buy me all the gold there is in Rome Don't have to surprise me with the most expensive home Dont have to travel round the world for
sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul
I tried to cry out from the inside, but I guess my soul did not pour itself out enough Blood on the walls, flaming black, blood on the walls, I saw you