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[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Straight from a hood known as 4 Corner Pimpin Ville
Ain't no n*gga runnin, we be gunnin 'cause we shoot to kill
Take a chance with yo life, steppin with one bullet left
If you want to kneel mane you better not take that last breath
*boom*
I'll get yo gat, c*ck it back and don't be scared to shoot
[?] cut that phone line, hit the stash and find the loot
1995 got's to change cause im tired as f*ck
Third word come back me up, everybody duck
Tommy wright, silent night, 17 shot Glock bodies drop
Pistol play gon' get you sprayed, JBC gonna close your grave
Take a n*ggas cash, buck him down, beat him to the floor
b*tches like to scream and cause a scene so we gonna f*ck his hoe
If a n*gga is steppin with his weapon bring him to the door
Watch my back, Lil Fly try to occupy the f*ckin' folks
Gangsta Blac is on the phone, tell him to bring Southpark
I know thats a little to many but I likes to hit you hard
n*ggas got's to realize, recognize lives gon' be jeopardized
Victimized, hypnotized, Tommy Wright is on the rise
10 wanted men that's my cliqq, county jail bound
n*ggas with guns lockin' you in the trunk so ain't no telling where your body gon' be found
n*gga wanna step, I got the weapons for them b*tches, leavin'
n*ggas off in ditches and I'm grantin' death wishes
On them snitches drop them b*tches on a mission, soldiers slippin'
To this pimpin' that I'm spittin' givin' you no funkin' attention
While this anna got me clickin' like a time bomb, tickin'
Always trippin', Tommy wicked, one of you hoes gon' end up missin'
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Cemetery ashes send them bustas to the grave yard
Mortuary you don't scare me, some of you hoes gonna get buried
f*ckin' with this psychopatic mad man killer
T-O-M-M-Y-W-R-I-G-H-T the third the grave digger
How you figure, Pimpin Ville n*ggas scared to pull them triggers
It's your hood up against mine, best retreat, 4 Corner's bigger
Bigger than you n*ggas thought, f*ck you fool, f*ck your crew
f*ck your hood, f*ck your friends, f*ck your b*tch and f*ck your group
Tommy Krueger turn into Lex Luger when I break your back
Tommy Wright I creep at night like dynamite when I'm on the track
Call me a genie when I grant you this death wish
You don't get three you get one, my gun is filled with copper peels
Thats how Tommys doin' thangs, Tommy Wright is in a gang
Playa sh*t and gangsta sh*t, to me my n*gga it's all the same
Feelin' strange, I'm insane, grab my gat, point and aim
Point blank range, have you heard f*ckin' with us gon' get you served?