Paroles:
Figure Four Enemy

Go cover up you track. Another lie goes around. Another lie spewed from your mouth. You took your shot at me but I gave it all I had. In the end I'll

mine is bright knickers Maybe not quite the star but my hearts in it When brett hart meet bret farve A sharp shooter well exceeding any figure four You see my figure

tha prize finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides shootin' craps bustin' niggas out tha door pick my money off tha floor god bless tha tre-four stuck

blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box

goin' get it for the Mid West Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish We can't forget about Flesh We finna drop another bomb We figure they can't take another

in the six-four, sittin' on D Spit a few caps at my enemies Please, freeze, there's a new sheriff in town Livin' in the projects, Dogg Pound Pound No father figure

with blunts Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crush And figure the last niggaz that

t give a fuck whether I'm here or not, And that's contrary to all that other madness that you hear a lot, Ain't no bigger figures, just us niggas, Sometimes

you're gonna be in trouble We keep it goin', get it for the Mid West Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish We can't forget about Flesh We finna drop another bomb We figure