Lyrics:
like there's something to prove
No excuse we press on we got work to do
1,2,3,4 Everybody put your hands in the sky
1,2,3,4 Stepping into battle with
like there's something to prove
No excuse we press on we got work to do
1,2,3,4 Everybody put your hands in the sky
1,2,3,4 Stepping into battle with
our dreams were unified
A shared unspoken pride our motto 'do or die'
But the music had to die we died inside and became fossilized
Season two
Far from
culminate with a five-hour battery
Of tests, performed by four separate disciplined PhDs, had begun
Eventual Diagnosis Autism
Even though her maternal
hit with a Gen 4
Limbo, catch me opp, bet he get low If you live by that steel, you gon' die by
that steel Lost my cuz through the field, I can't cry
a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
He said "Can you swing a hammer" He said "do anything you hire me to."
"Now ain't you something! So
I tell 'em one time, two times, three times, four times
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
One time, two times, three times, four times
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I was born all alone
Im a die by by myself
I dont need a co d
Im a slide by myself
Remember those nights
Streets cold hearts cold
I got frost bites
1 of 4...
My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz
I was born in 1-9-7-6, at Biosfet hospital, located in Long Island, NY
I am 6 foot, four I weigh 2
[Liffy Stokes]
The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
And the rest can burn in hell
And for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster
Shot by her mother
Her eulogys the sound of construction through
throat
I'm scoffed up
Constipated with pain
Hating the rain
We all get wet
And pretty much when you close to death
I think you live by the gun
You die by
(One, two, three, four)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Three, four, one, two)
I don't wanna die but I will for the cause
Swallowing my pride like them
my
Enemies who want to see me (six feet underground)
[Ja Rule]
Get up (4x) baby the Rule can't die tonight
(6 Feet Underground)
Now all my
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
when I record the next album
Too i'm going to go to like
London or something fucking Trainspotting
One thing that's stayed similar
On the two albums
Is
if they even tryna curse me
Ya heard me
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
Steadily I'm walkin to the basement floor
Four shot, three shot, two
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
gots to stay alive keep close to my 4-5
keep my eyes on the prize can't be victimized by bitch niggas in
disguise
pretendin to be my thug nigga but all
Listen to me, pain is temporary
It may last for a minute, or an hour, or a day, or even a year
But eventually, it will subside, and something else
the terror as countless children run
3-2-1 bomb gone
6-5-4 no parents anymore
9-8-7 another consignment for heaven
Death by numbers
Something wrong with this
I'm traveling round the country just praying that I feel something
Surrounded by all the homies them my bros but they don't know me
I'm in a room
*Liffy Stokes*
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
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