Don’t Start sh*t Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Ah, yeah, Don't Start No sh*t Part 3, n*gga
It’s last one, jawn, for real
Got my n*gga Big Low up in the mothaf*ckin' house
Sweet Daddy Mack, my n*gga Derrick
Up in the McDonalds uniform, you know what I'm sayin’?
If you ridin', don't start laughin' 'cause you heard me say that
But this the last one, my n*gga, for real
Check this out

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Now, I've been sellin' dope for three years strong
If a n*gga wasn't on his feet, I helped him get back on
Mothaf*ckas came to me, broke as hell, straight from jail
Helped a dealer build his clientele, till my n*gga would bail
Gave to the homeless folks, now these blue boys lookin’ for me
People tell me that the cops got a red dot on my spot
Better known as my shop, but they know this sh*t is wrong
Gave them rednecks fifty G’s to leave me the f*ck alone
Partners tell me "Move sharp", but I can't mess up what I got
Four Corners wanna go to war, everybody got they Glocks
Rumors spreadin’ around the hood
Police want me, they can't wait
Sixteen years of age, I can't go to jail 'cause I won’t graduate
So it's time to make a move, but what kind should I make?
n*ggas down on Ferington said I should retaliate
n*ggas down on Peace Street
Said I need to shoot at them b*tches
Turn 'em blues suits, to red suits
And throw them b*tches off in ditches
Well that's what I got to do, then I got a phone call
My cousin Elmo said
"Them bast*rds comin when the Sun fall"
Then I dialed the number of the precinct
Told them tricks to think
'Cause now, they just started up some real sh*t
[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
f*cked up Is how I feel
Momma cryin', and I'm tryin' not to lose my mind
Phone ringin' all the time
5-0 keeps tappin' me, they got my conversations taped
Will I make it? I don't know, but I refuse to go out fake
Cars up and down my street
What the f*ck you comin' for?
Told yo set "It ain't no thang, let us take they gang to war"
So I told 'em, quick
"Do that sh*t, let's leave some bodies droppin'"
Mouths closed, kick out the hoes
All you hear is guns c*ckin'
Undercover mothaf*ckas cruisin' up and down the street
Choosin', but tonight, they gon' be losin' when they lay six feet
Time to pack my momma bags, send her over to grandma house
'Cause the minute to blast comin' fast, where's my mask?
It's a task, mothaf*cka
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
'Cause this time, I ain't barrin' sh*t
Snuck up on me fast, 5-0 ready to blast, at my ass
n*ggas had my back, but some of my n*ggas, ain't got no gat
Now we f*cked up, caught slippin'
German Sheppard's quick as a bullet
Got the same nine on my waistline, and I'm gon' pull it
Now it's time to go
'Cause a n*gga like me is finna run
99 behind me, I'm the hundredth n*gga with a gun
Constantly runnin' down the block
Police chasin' me down hard
Look at me back, all 4 Corner n*ggas dead in my yard
Bullets flyin' by my head, now I revert to Plan B
Jumped in the car, made it crank
Put my Glock in the gas tank
c*cked the hammer, waited for them cops to get a little closer
Boom, all of them dead but I ended up in the med
[Hook: 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, 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

[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
Ah, yeah, Tommy Wright III up in this b*tch
With the new tape, "Ashes 2 Ashes, Dust 2 Dust"
R.I.P. on these hoes, you know what I'm sayin'?
This for all the b*tches that talked a lot of sh*t
You know what I'm sayin'?
Don't start none, won't be sh*t Part 3
Naw, let's put it like this here
If you wouldn't have started sh*t
It wouldn't have been no sh*t
But now, you f*cked in some ho sh*t, n*gga
I wanna send this sh*t out to all my
MKothaf*ckas in South Memphis
Where I grew up at before I moved to 4 Corners
Everybody out on Peace Street, that's personal
Pennsylvania Projects where a n*gga raised
All my n*ggas down on, um, mothaf*ckin' Fairington
Crossed [?]
I holla, my nig, yeah