Don’t Start Sh#t lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Tommy Wright III
Ten Wanted Men
This for you busters

[Pre-Chorus: Tommy Wright III]
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t
North Memphis, biatch
Won't be no sh*t
South Memphis, biatch
Don't start no sh*t
West Memphis, biatch
Won't be no sh*t
East Memphis, biatch

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko]
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
I don't f*ck with your ass, dude, so what you f*ck with mine for?
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
I don't f*ck with your ass, dude, so what you f*ck with mine for?
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
I don't f*ck with your ass, dude, so what you f*ck with mine for?
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
I don't f*ck with your ass, dude, so what you f*ck with mine for?
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
I dont' f*ck with busters, mane
Busters know not to f*ck with me
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners
My hood, West Side, better known as Pimpin' V
F.C.P., that's my hood, Glock 17 in thе back of the Fleetwood
Drop a n*gga quick with the click of a TEC-9
n*gga wanna jump, get stompеd tryna test mine
Duck and dodge, pull your gun, can't escape this redrum
Get the Gat, gonna click, weak b*tch, talk sh*t
Dump the trick in the ditch, no remmorse, I'm p*ssed
Tommy Wright III, pimpin' birds, tryna serve
Some of you buster motherf*ckers startin' ruckus with this thugsta
I'm a mobster, project born display pimpin' 'cause I'm thick with gang
One pocket full of money, one pocket full of stones
Thats two pockets full of clips for my tone
On that track I cone, in that studio I blow on, no bone on my neck
But I better get respect or the TEC gon' wet your f*ckin' dome
.38-nine Glock, whip you with the pistol grip
Four Corner cap peeler, finger on the trigger *gunshot*
Ten Wanted Mens, my real n*gga

[Pre-Chorus: Tommy Wright III]
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t
North Memphis, biatch
Won't be no sh*t
South Memphis, biatch
Don't start no sh*t
West Memphis, biatch
Won't be no sh*t
East Memphis, biatch
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko]
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
I don't f*ck with your ass, dude, so what you f*ck with mine for?
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
I don't f*ck with your ass, dude, so what you f*ck with mine for?
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
I don't f*ck with your ass, dude, so what you f*ck with mine for?
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
I don't f*ck with your ass, dude, so what you f*ck with mine for?
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
I don't f*ck with your ass, dude, so what you f*ck with mine for?

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III, Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko]
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t, I got no time to f*ck with you
Get a Glock, full clip, pistol grip, hollow-tip
Double barrel gauge pump, body dead in the dump
No punks in Four Corners, Pimpin' Ville, shootin' to kill
n*gga, they scopin', they hopin' the buster ain't lookin' when killers and dealers turn into cap peelers
Tommy Wright, creepin' at night, leader of Ten Wanted Men
Clicked up, while we makin' them Uzi's hiccup packin' MAC-10's
No ends, gangster frown, tearin' you down with a evil grin
You might hit one or two but how you gon' win tryna fight all ten?
Glock up on my side, ready to ride, and I feel no sorrow
n*ggas won't live to see tomorrow
Plus them tips in my clip are hollow point shell
Bad smell in the hood, don't tell
Punk detectives 'cause you know that Tommy the number one suspect
For buckin' b*tches down, thunder sounds, milli-rounds spit
Straight from the barrel of a forty-four to a stupid ho lookin' for some conflict
That sh*t gon' make me click
Not really knowin' who you f*ckin' with
You think I'd be lyin' with makin' these tapes?
sh*t, think again my nig'
[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t
North Memphis, biatch
Won't be no sh*t
South Memphis, biatch
Don't start no sh*t