tommy wright iii - don't start sh#t lyrics
[intro: tommy wright iii]
tommy wright iii, ten wanted men
this for you bustaaaaz!
[chorus: tommy wright iii & princess loko]
north memphis, biatch
south memphis, biatch
west memphis, biatch
, east memphis, biatch
[verse 1: tommy wright iii]
i dont’ f+ck with bustaz mane, bustaz know, not to f+ck with me
pimpin’ n+gga from 4 corner, my hood, west side
better known as pimpin’ ville, fcp, that’s my hood
glock 17 in the back of the fleetwood
drop a n+gga quick, with thе cl!ck of a tec+9
n+gga wanna’ jump, get stomped, tryna’ test minе
duck and dodge, pull your gun, can’t escape this redrum
get the gat, gonna’ cl!ck, weak b+tch talk sh+t
dump the trick in the ditch, no remmorse, i’m p+ssed
tommy wright iii, [?] tryna’ swerve
some of you busta motherf+ckers, startin’ ruckus with this thugsta
i’m a mobster, project born [?] pimpin’ ‘cuz i’m thick with gang
one pocket full of money, one pocket full of stones
thats two pockets, for the clip of 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 gone wet your f+ckin’ dome
.38+nine glock, whip you with the pistol grip
4 corners cap peeler, finger on the trigger
ten wanted mens, my real n+gga
[chorus: tommy wright iii & princess loko]
north memphis, biatch
south memphis, biatch
west memphis, biatch
east memphis, biatch
[verse 2: tommy wright iii]
get a glock, full clip, pistol grip, hollow+tip
double barrel gauge pump
body dead, in the dump, no punks
in 4 corners, pimpin’ ville, shootin’ to k!ll
n+gga, they scopin’, they hopin’, the busta ain’t lookin’
when k!llas and dealers turn into cap peelers
tommy wright, creepin’ at night, leader of “ten wanted men”
cl!cked up, while we makin’ them uzi’s hiccup packin’ mac+10’s
no ends, gangster frown, tearin’ you down, with a eavil 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 wanna’ live, to see tomorrow
plus, them tips in my clip are hollow+point sh+ll
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 hoe, lookin’ for some conflict
that sh+t gon’ make me cl!ck, 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]
, north memphis, biatch
south memphis, biatch
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