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tommy wright iii – me against the world lyrics

[verse one]
tired of this bullsh-t, so i’m on a downlow
creeping while you sleeping trick or treating with my lights low
skullcap, gloves tight
loading up the nine glocked
stroll through the springcreek looking for your chilling spot
you gon be a victim of a tommy wright homicide
dealee you can’t sirvive, no way you could stay alive
f-ck you punk b-tch, listen to this last blast(gunshot)
wrap you in a sheet cause i can’t supply yo bodybag
??? and jay cause i went solo with my studio
use you for a couple of songs and never paid you sissy hoe
step close, real quck
deealee suck my d-ck
you know where to find me n-gg- in the middle of these skreets
4 cornas is where i stay
ain’t na’ n-gg- runnin punk
you gone die or i’ma die cause it ain’t no room for the both of us
weak tapes that you made
n-gg-z be laughing at yo sh-t
in ya room f-ckin off
while i’m digging on yo b-tch
talk sh-t
run yo mouth
shoot me if you got nuts
ain’t no vest on your chest you gon be a bl–dy mess
if i can’t find you
i know where yo mama stay
winchester
springcreek
left first driveway

[chorus]
do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to f-ckin take me
f-ck all y’all switch

[verse two]
verse two
talk about another punk that i hate
a b-tch named lynchin d
commercial peal from ace
that’s what you gon end up
f-ckin with 4 corna folks
talkin behind these n-gg-z back
blow away my pistol smoke
murder charge
when i catch you slippin with that ugly ???
i ain’t got no sense when these bullets h-t my f-ckin gun
dead on the seen
n-gg- you got some more of them ???
tellin people that you’re comming to get me when i went on tour
took a chance going outta town with that sorry trick
you ain’t kin to skinny pimp so stop jocking on his d-ck
could of kill me plenty times
what the f-ck you waiting for
stick my d-ck in lynchin mouth
let’s see if lynchin can talk some more

[chorus]
do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to f-ckin take me
f-ck all y’all it’s me against the world f-ck you f-ck
f-ck f-ck you mane what do you hoes wanna do
i said what you wanna do switch

[verse three]
tommy wright
on the creep
commin from this westside
livewire, keep ya boys safe from this drive by
bullsh-t you not
i’m out to lay them bodies on the ground
m-th-f-ckin imitation
wanna be some f-ckin rappers
keep them n-gg-z str-8
tre 8 you betta watch yourself
once i see ya 57 couger
you gon meet yo death
call yo punk b-tch c
birng the f-ckin mc gee
tommy wright the hated n-gg- from 4 corna pimpin v
mad at me cause i erased yo raps come and get you some
livewire, yo kids gon get me sat back to the panafarm
glockc-cked tryna send these bustas to the marcharry
nothin but a bunch of fat bos eat the cemetery b-tch!

[chorus]
do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to f-ckin take me
f-ck all y’all switch

[verse four]
blast on you biches
a hoe named 3-0-4
a n-gg- wanna be scarecrow
i’ma put yo -ss on deathrow
a b-tch like him go dumd cause i made this n-gg- a whole tape
then he caught the big head
said that he used me
why do n-gg-z tre
m-th-f-ckin talk sh-t put a gun to his head and blow’em away
put him on his knees get blood on his jeans
and quick put 3-0-4 off in his grave
i ain’t got no luv
put on my glove
i wanna see blood
tellin folks you gonna -ss-ssinate me
you hate me
but the bullets you got for me
ain’t gon scr-p me
die m-th-f-cka
where from n-gg- make up yo mind
first you said the god then the mound gonna make it up for you with this nine
i’m the only n-gg- standing
now the smoke has finally clear
meet me on the walker if yo body ain’t tired of holdin fear
now you up in busta word
rappin in the cafeteria
bullets ain’t got no name, but one got yours cause my murders be serial
trippin off yo -ss
rappin in bathrooms
beatin on tables
step up if you ready to get yo rap up when willin and able

[chorus]
do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to f-ckin take me
it’s the me against the world

[verse five]
loc’ed out, dressed in black
lookin for some pretty boys
shawty pimp and mc stray
need some bodies in they graves
nothing, but some spoiled brats
mom and dad buy they clothes
never shot a f-ckin gun
never sold no f-ckin dope
trading hard
pulling cars
see if you all what you say
smack you with that gat
in the end
bring the yellow tape
lying -ss b-tches mane
wantyou hoes quit tre
homemade -ssed tapes
never made it p-ss blackhaven
b-tch n-gg-
rich n-gg-
trick n-gg-
talk sh-t
you keke and kim all on my hitlist
supposed to some playas buyin b-tches diamonds and pearls
tommy wright that n-gg- y’all love to hate
it’s the me against the world

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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