Guess who is back, from the Stat
On the block, it's the Four

With nine mills, tracks, crills and more



I'm a Four, show hitter, and coming at your hoe
For sure, I'm gon' get her, if money got the dough
For sure, I'm gon' get her, I'm your neighbourhood riddler

I reps the Stat, and I'm coming back with the Four
With my foot through the door, they can't stop us no more
With drop top Beemers, in the Benz with a four

I keep freaks galore, sweet cheeks to damn !@^%s
I'm all I stand for, a gigolo to the core
I got drunk in my yard like Fred Sanford


That's why everywhere I go, my feet get pampered
But don't test my temper, make me throw a tantrum

They be like 'damn, son was just chilling, what the hell happened'
Knots on his head, pistol whipped, it was the action
You gotta show these ^!$$%s, %#@! is real when they start acting

And if they run off off the lip, you might as well start clapping
I'm from the Killah Hill, BX to the Staten
I make %#@! happen, when I spit off, the crowd reacting

Now that's what the $#&@ I call a main attraction
If a ^!$$% talk tough, don't think twice, just jack 'em