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tommy wright iii - me against the world (remastered) lyrics

[verse 1: tommy wright iii]
tired of this bullsh+t, now i’m on the down low
creepin’ while you sleepin’, trick or treatin’ with my lights low
skullcap, gloves tight, loadin’ up the nine glock
strollin’ through the springcreek, lookin’ for yo’ chillin’ spot
you gon’ be a victim to a tommy wright homicide
d.l.e. you can’t survive, no way you could stay alive
f+ck you, punk b+tch, listen to this gauge blast +gunshot+
wrap you in my sheets ’cause i can’t supply your bodybag
actin’ “j” ’cause i went solo with my studio
used you for a couple of songs and never paid you, sissy ho
step slow, real quick, d.l.e. – suck my d+ck
you know where to find me, n+gga, in the middle of these skreets
four corners, where i stay, ain’t na’ n+gga runnin’, punk
you gon’ die, or i’m gon’ die, ’cause it ain’t no room for both of us
weak tapes that you make, n+ggas be laughin’ at your sh+t
in your room f+ckin’ off, while i’m diggin’ on your b+tch
talk sh+t, run your mouth, shoot me if you got nuts
ain’t no vеst on your chest, you gon’ be a bl++dy mess
if i can’t find you, i know whеre yo mama stay
winchester, springcreek, left, first driveway

[chorus: tony montana & ice cube]
you think you can take me?
you’ll need a f+ckin’ army if you gonna take me
f+ck all y’all (switch)
[verse 2: tommy wright iii]
verse two, talk about another punk that i hate
a b+tch named lynchin d, commercial appeal, front page
that’s where you gon’ end up, f+ckin’ with four corner folks
talk behind these n+ggas backs, blow away my pistol smoke
murder charge, when i catch you slippin’ with that ugly tongue
i ain’t got consent when these bullets hit my f+ckin gun’
dead on the scene, n+gga, you gossip more than them wh0res
tellin’ people that you’re comin’ to k!ll me when i went on tour
took a chance, goin’ outta town with that sorry trick
you ain’t kin to skinny pimp, so, quit jockin’ on his d+ck
could’ve k!lled me plenty times, what the f+ck you waitin’ for?
stick my d+ck in lynchin’ mouth, let’s see if lynchin can talk some more

[chorus: tony montana, ice cube, tommy wright iii, scarface & willie d]
you think you can take me?
you’ll need a f+ckin’ army if you gonna take me
f+ck all y’all
it’s me against the world (switch)
f+ck you, man, f+ck+f+ck you, man
f+ck+f+ck them hoes, f+ck them hoes
it’s tommy wright versus the world
f+ck you, man
i’m sayin’ f+ck you, now what you hoes wanna do?
i’m sayin’ f+ck you, now what you hoes wanna do?
(switch)
[verse 3: tommy wright iii]
tommy wright, on the creep, comin’ from this westside
livewire, keep your boys safe from this drive+by
bullsh+t, you not, i’m out to lay them busters on the gravel
motherf+ck your imitation, wanna be some f+ckin’ rappers
keep them n+ggas straight, tre+8, you better watch yourself
once i see your 57 couger, you gon’ meet your death
call your punk, big c, bring the f+ckin’ smg
tommy wright, the hated n+gga from four corners pimpin’ v’
mad at me ’cause i erased your raps, come and get you some
livewire, your kids gon’ get me send back to the panafarm
glock c+cked, tryin’ to send these busters to the mortuary
nothin but a bunch of fat boys, eat the cemetery, b+tch

[chorus: tony montana, ice cube & tommy wright iii]
you think you can take me?
you’ll need a f+ckin’ army if you gonna take me
f+ck all y’all (switch)
it’s me against the world

[verse 4: tommy wright iii]
blast on these b+tches, a ho named 3+0+4
n+gga wanna be scarecrow, i’ll put your ass on deathrow
a b+tch like him go dumb, ’cause i made this n+gga a whole tape
then he caught the big head, said that he used me
why do n+ggas trait’? motherf+cker, talk sh+t
put a gun to his head and blow ’em away
put him on his knees, get blesses like a g
and quick put 3+0+4 off in his grave
i ain’t got no love, put on my gloves, i wanna see blood
tellin’ folks you gonna assassinate me, you hate me
but them bullets you got can’t scr+pe me
die, motherf+cker, where you from? n+gga, make up your mind
first you said the garden, then the mound
i make it up for you with this nine
i’m the only n+gga standin’, now the smoke is finally clear
meet me up on walker if your body ain’t tired from holdin’ fear
now you back in buster+world, rappin’ in the cafeteria
bullets ain’t got no name, but one got yours ’cause my murders are serial
trippin’off your ass, rappin’ in bathrooms, beatin’ on tables
step up, if you ready to get your rep up when you willin’ and able
[chorus: tony montana, ice cube & tommy wright iii]
you think you can take me?
you’ll need a f+ckin’ army if you gonna take me
f+ck all y’all (switch)
it’s me against the world

[verse 5: tommy wright iii]
loced out, dressed in black, lookin’ for some pretty boys
shawty pimp and mc spade, need some bodies in they graves
nothin’ but some spoiled brats, mom and dad buy they clothes
never shot a f+ckin’ gun, never sold no f+ckin’ dope
traitin’ hard, pull your card, see if you are what you say
smack you with that gat, in the end, bring the yellow tape
lying ass b+tches mane, won’t you hoes quit traitin’
homemade ass tapes mever make it past blackhaven
b+tch n+gga, rich n+gga, trick n+gga, talk sh+t
you, keke and kim, all on my hitlist
supposed to some players, buyin these b+tches diamonds and pearls
tommy wright, that n+gga y’all love to hate
it’s the me against the world

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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