will see it through The media's lies can't cover the truth Our lives, they are our sacrifice Already died to self I live for no one else Where they
will see it through The media's lies can't cover the truth Our lives, they are our sacrifice Already died to self I live for no one else Where they left
Vertaling: Figure Four. No One Else.
Nik Nack is in the house for the four My niggaz locked up, left a kilo, it's good as sold Stole gumbo pot, creamery rise to the top My limo even slide
dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk I hadda bag of the skunk, one and
always on their mind Stressed 'cause I'm successful and on the grind Look no one?s secretly behind or under this It's independent bitch, I funded it Does that answer your fucking question? No one
help me travel in peace To four cities in one day and four countries in one week 'Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart too Put one
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them Gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching Four wheeled buggies from Detroit
up, will you! Man #2 We'll be spotted! Gypsy Hush, little one. Clopin Four frightened gypsies slid silently under The docks near Notre Dame Man #3 Four
There's only one u, there's only one u There's only one u, you're the only one You're the only one, you're the only one, oh, oh My baby he's the perfect
and the flow So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody else want it, sixty
men pretend to get their paper When she goes running by She don't see it but it's obvious To everybody else, it all adds up One Miss America smile,
motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop And put you in the figure-four leglock And make ya
Why There's Only One You, (There's Only One, Your The Only One Baby, Can't Nobody Do It Like You Do Boy) There's Only One (Your The Only One) For You
the carnage from their grandstand. It's as if they were at Ascot laying their bets; Five to one on the Four Horsemen. They believe that money can buy
to hold a frown Say all they wanna be is diggy down You know Speck thought he'd ask, but figured it's just a mask This guy's on something else that's
the line For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get sprayed She pray; what else can she do? Cops came to the door with four pictures of me bouncin
as an EP as opposed to waiting and putting four-five more tracks on and making it full length? Well, actually we were doing something else. We were
