4 Corners Pt. 2 lyrics

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac T Dog]
Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood
Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood
Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood
Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood, n*gga
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin’, 'cause this how we be
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Four Corners and Pimpin’ V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin' sky
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Four Corners and Pimpin’ V, creepin’, 'cause this how we be
Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin’ sky

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Once again, steppin' smooth, chiefin' on a Mac J
Standin' on the curve, West side, sippin’ Alizé
All day, conin', bonin', with that n*gga Ramsey
Finna head to the liquor store to pick up some 020-20
Plus I'm waitin' for them dirty hoes to finna come over here
The b*tch came and told me to stick my di*k into her ear
Now it's on, I got's to bone, time to get my serve on
While the b*tch was suckin' my di*k, I be holdin' tight to my tone
Just in case she tried to set me up for that 2-0-1
I unloaded the clip and I vamp 'cause a n*gga won't go, my son
How I knew that b*tch was fake? The ho was actin' noid and sh*t
Slid my piece by my feet, tryin' to avoid this hit
Quickly left the house, quiet as a f*ckin' mouse
Another rapper tried to set me up, I put that tone in his mouth
"Open wide" is what I said when I tossed him on the car
Put that thang to his face, smile ho, say "aahhh"
Boom, was the sound, but I clowned at the wrong time
His n*ggas ran up on me, all I had was my nine
Blood on my shirt and his blood on my pro wings
And since he sold dope he had the help of them dope fiends
All I did was backed up, they tried to jump me all at once
I yelled: "Four Corners" and then Ramsey popped the trunk
Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin' sky
Pimpin' Ville, n*ggas have commenced to do a drive by
Four Corner n*ggas, just so quick to click when we clown
We yell: "Four Corners ain't barrin' this sh*t"
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac-T Dog]
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we bee
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin' sky
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin' sky

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Four Corners bound, b*tch, you know the sko
Pimpin' Ville n*ggas have your families ridin' limo
We're doggin' motherf*ckers, keepin' b*tches on their knees
Lock you in the trunk and then we'll throw away the f*ckin' keys
n*ggas talk sh*t and get caught in the cross fire
Die motherf*cker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Four Corners n*ggas start sh*t, we don't take sh*t
In the f*ckin' house with that Magnolia Crime Click
Click with the quickness 'cause my hood don't trait'
Once you step trough that gate, dog, it's hard to escape
Everywhere I go, Four Corners painted on the wall
A hood full of real OG's that will never fall
Y'all take a chance but I swear, it's gonna' be critical
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die, ain't no hospital
n*ggas, it's a homicide, suicide, genocide
Tommy Wright III, Four Corners, West Side
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac T Dog]
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin' sky
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin' sky
Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood
Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood
Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood
Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Was mines is yours and what's yours is mine

[Verse 3: Tommy Wright III]
I'm from a place, called OG Side, West side
Pimpin' Ville, tryin' to survive, stay alive, so I shoot to kill
All my roadies dead or either locked up, so I'm full of pain
All my roadies dead or either locked up, so I'm full of pain
Doin' stains by myself, I hear no evil, see no evil
Packin' heat, that the life in the street will keep from goin' six feet deep
No retreat, no surrender, bullsh*t can get you killed
Four Corner Pimpin' Ville n*ggas blazed, once they spliff
Drank a fith from my old tape and turn that sh*t up louder
Slangin' rocks, non-stop, bud crop, even powder
Tommy Wright, a gangster from that West Coast of Tennessee
West Side of Memphis, G, never f*ck with F.C.P. 
Watch your back and lock your doors, buy a club, if you choose
n*ggas are getting' jacked for they rims 'cause they don't be pimps
Part-time dealers, but we're full-time corner thugs
Youre from the Four, I'm from the Four, do your shake and show me love
Gunshots is all I hear but that sh*t is all good
We can't get on the news, Claudia Barr hates this f*ckin' hood
Scrape us to the day we die, but we don't go to Southside
Sneaky as a wild cat but don't go to Hamilton High
Die motherf*cker 'cause you knew the deal
There's a new area of in Memphis, called Four Corners Pimpin' Ville
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac T Dog]
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin' sky
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin' sky

[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
One man gang, Tommy Wright III, in this motherf*cker
With that Runnin-N-Gunnin
That tape that gon' go down to history, n*gga
The new n*gga in this Memphis rap sh*t, ho
Whats's up to my group
10 Wanted Men in this motherf*cker
10 Wanted Men in this motherf*cker
10 Wanted Men in this motherf*cker, n*gga
Four Corners Pimpin' Ville, that's my neighborhood
That's what I claim, that's where I'm from, that's my motherf*ckin' set
So when you see us, throw them number fours in the air towards the f*ckin' sky, duck, n*gga
Yeah, the Four Corner hustlers, yeah, ran this sh*t back in the days
Where we backed this time as a rap group n*gga
Yeah, we gon' still run this sh*t
Don't act like you ain't never heard of Four Corners, n*gga
Better ask DJ Quik where he stayed before he moved to Compton, seven years old
You best do your homework
Y'all think we're some fake-ass, rap-ass, motherf*ckers down here
God damn it, better ask MC Eiht where he used to be when he was still livin' in Mississippi, n*gga
Yeah, Four Corners, F.C.P.: Four Corners, Pimpin' Ville, n*gga
Yeah, like Malcolm X said:
"We didn't land on Four Corners, Four Corners landed on us"
God damn it

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac T Dog]
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Threw—, Threw my number four in the air towards the f*ckin' sky