Illa Ghee - Figure More lyrics

[Sean Price] P! Sean Price Beef Lo-Mein with the grain, the long rice Weed smoke, slang and you lames is so right To make fun of you like f** you in plain sight Daytime used to plot schemes for the night prowl Gauge co*ked, cream shot three in the nightgown Spray 19 at the pig who popped Mike Brown Blaze might sting, you might scream n***a, pipe down Shhh, quiet on the set No dogs allowed, POW, fire on a pet True talk n***a, watch the last become first like a New York Knickerbocker Sean sparks like John Starks Nah, Sean ball like John Wall Don't catch a Washington Bullet Finger on the trigger, n***a Now watch me just pull it P! [Illa Ghee] Grand Theft Auto animal, arch nemesis Illa Ghee speaks, clap the tool to k** witnesses Mr. Murder Avenue rap until you picture it Piss poor writing with a pissed off penmanship Original war, metaphors are cold syphilis Grip a 4-4, figure four the floor pyramids Rip you in the jaw, spit extension cord syllabus Rape you with a saw, s**, intercourse, incubus Illa! I'm like murder in the mezzanine Anti-hestamine, black apocalyptic listerine It's on fire? Then Illa lit a match to it The five n***as in the party you know act ruthless At this point, I write don't know how to act music Intelligent drama for those who wanna act stupid I f**ed up somewhere down the line But I keep a tre pound, 4-5th and a nine Illa!