[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Tommy Wright III, Ten Wanted Men
This for you bustaaaaz!

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, North Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit, South Memphis, biatch
Don't start no shit, West Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit, East Memphis, biatch
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so, what you fuck with mine for?
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so, what you fuck with mine for?
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so, what you fuck with mine for?
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so, what you fuck with mine for?

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
I dont' fuck with bustaz mane, bustaz know, not to fuck with me
Pimpin' n***a 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***a quick, with thе click of a TEC-9
N***a wanna' jump, get stomped, tryna' test minе
Duck and dodge, pull your gun, can't escape this redrum
Get the Gat, gonna' click, weak bitch talk shit
Dump the trick in the ditch, no remmorse, I'm pissed
Tommy Wright III, [?] tryna' swerve
Some of you busta motherfuckers, 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 fuckin' dome
.38-nine Glock, whip you with the pistol grip
4 Corners cap peeler, finger on the trigger
Ten Wanted Mens, my real n***a
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, North Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit, South Memphis, biatch
Don't start no shit, West Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit, East Memphis, biatch
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so, what you fuck with mine for?
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so, what you fuck with mine for?
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so, what you fuck with mine for?
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so, what you fuck with mine for?
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so, what you fuck with mine for?

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit
I got no time, to fuck with you!
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 kill
N***a, they scopin', they hopin', the busta ain't lookin'
When killas and dealers turn into cap peelers
Tommy Wright, creepin' at night, leader of "Ten Wanted Men"
Clicked 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***as wanna' live, to see tomorrow
Plus, them tips in my clip are hollow-point shell
Bad smell in the hood, don't tell punk detectives
'Cause you know, that Tommy the number one suspect, for buckin' bitches down, thunder sounds, milli-rounds spit
Straight from the barrel, of a forty-four
To a stupid hoe, lookin' for some conflict
That shit gon' make me click, not really knowin', who you fuckin' with
You think I'd be lyin', with makin' these tapes?
Shit, think again my nig!
[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, North Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit, South Memphis, biatch
Don't start no—