Sean Price - Figure Four lyrics

[Verse One: Sean Price] Botswana, Small time little league playa', Pop Warna' Rock corners with hot blocks thats drug infested Supply suppliers my money stay thug invested No disrespect to Duck Down Records (Waddup) After this go round a n***a lookin' for the exit, Peace! Sincerely Pyrex Pot Sean, cook it, cut it and spit it on nahright.com The Vet earner of stripes ta sket burna' Tears in my eyes when thinking of Hex Murda (what up Hex) I don't parlay with the crew n***a I don't Wale and them new n***as Hardcore rap and Mary J. Blige records The god gone snap, I'm waving the 5 reckless Sean Price the best rapper in Brownsville Don't know me? By the time this song done you clowns will [Pre Verse Two] (hurt sumpin, na' mean f** outta here, grown man rap. I'll get my son to f** one Of ya'll young rappers up, word to mother.) [Verse Two: Sean Price] Ah where was I, Oh yes Shawn Carter is nice but Sean Price is the best Sean gone, no Chandon, Sean is a don, I don't wear Sean John Army suit blackberry brandy is long johns Matching cheese tims, you separate weed stems Weed carrier, bulletproof vest tester Glock'll spray ya just'a left to Rockaway and Chester Too old to rap to young to whack, 10 fingers, 2 hands my n***a The guns clap I don't like n***as no more 8 figure dreams n***a but the figure is 4 These are words from a thousandaire Selling crack in the P's disguised in some housing gear I f**ed up somewhere down the line, but I got my sh** in order The crown is mine P!