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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

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

MC with a social disease and get it first Enemies feel my energies four centuries of anger Remember me? (The field nigga) Too ghetto fabulous rza, sharp, and hazardous Figure

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

armed wit a sub-atomic scud Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads

Lord be thy fine) (She's left me) (So cold, so alone) (Oh yeah) [Chorus] [Mike Shorey:] We out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper I figure

on 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

I'm comin' servin' you Snug Brim get flashin' Innocent till I'm provin' guilty, Snug Brim get to blast in And fuck the homicide charge I got expazito A mob figure

slow, after the sad songs come some more (More) This is the life I have come to know Police is in Marquis', Chevy Caprices stroll The young, hood boogers idolize Keyshia Cole The rap figures