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
Übersetzung: Figure Four. Feind.
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
, 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 You catchin
Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin Ice Cube to the test With four brothas
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, mothafuckas
: I've been piecing this together, to figure things out with you But theres pieces that still wont fit, cause it doesnt make any sense I've given you
times I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call I straight mash out, for cash nigga, put up The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Enemies is falling
I'm comin' servin' you Snug brim get flashin' innocent til I'm provin' guilty Snug brim get to blast in And fuck the homicide charge I got expazito A mob figure
Run-And-Get-The-Gat Treat you like the hoods like a diplomat Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range Rovin' Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah Enemies
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
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
get tossed Listen to my veloc(ity), my crew's comin off Yeah, more sneaky than casino switches Diggin ditches for all Moskino bitches Clockin decimal figures
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
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
is bright knickers Maybe not quite the star but my hearts in it When Brett Hart meet Brett Favre A sharp shooter well exceeding any figure four You see my 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