(Tommy Wright Verse 1)
Who gone be a victim in this mother fuckin' house of pain?
Dead lock, the gun is already cocked so now your body gone drop
It's just another n***a we gone have to pack some bags for
Send his ass to heaven, 211, turned into 187
Told him from the jump that n***as from four corners poppin' trunks
But he didn't believe us so we had to leave him in the dust
Plus that's how that shit gone go in fucking with some killer thugs
N***as that serve the most time are them n***as that pop the most slugs
So I'm gonna follow in the footsteps of them real OGs
Leave a n***a stankin' after hanging him from a fuckin' tree
Try to fuck with me? I'm on these streets myself to fuck with you
Fuck your crew, I'm on a mission to execute a lemon or two
A n***a got your back, not to help you but to shoot you fool!
Ain't no use in ducking cus these buck shots made for n***as like you
Spreading over your back and your skull to a bloody mess
It's too late to break cus it's 187 in progress, n***a
187 what the fuck that mean?
N***a that means your ass is getting capped, flat foot took off the map
Process of elimination
Ain't no use in throwing blows
I just wanna smoke you hoes
I just wanna ride your vogues
Straight from four corners Pimpin-Ville you can't come in here
Listen to the sounds from that gauge fill your heart with fear
You know you can't fuck with me, OG straight from Pimpin' V
Dre with that LTD, Darnell with that box Chevy
Mike with that screw driver, he poppin' cars, snatching beepers
Grind getting buried in the Chevy cheefin' on that reefer
Keep a low profile cus my style is a cover up
Come in with them rifles, fuck a pistol now your ass fucked up
One man gang, Tommy Wright, FCP gone end this mess
It's too late to break, cus it's 187 in progress, n***a
(Cowbell melody)

(Tommy Wright Verse 2)
Bodies drop, bodies drop
Die n***a die n***a die n***a die
N***as droppin', triggers cockin'
Feel that fire from the endo I'm high

Creepin' up slow with no clue what i'm doin'
Cus killers and dealers go with the cap peelers
Where stealing and dealing is done by the villains
Where selling them drugs is done by the thugs

Flocking knockin' socks off, never soft
Do a crime, gotta bail, focused as hell, they know me too well, I must cover my trail
Sneaking, dipping, leaving from the scene real fast, punched the gas
Bloody mask on my face, I can never come back to this place
No remorse, pow pow! To your dome, with this chrome
Put that tone, in my hand my finger's got a mind of it's own
Duck n***a duck duck, talk that shit now back it up
Grab em up, drag em up, smack em up, now jack em up
Tie em up, leave em strapped
You and your n***as commence to cap
Do em' in, call a friend, come on by and shoot em again
Ain't no bullshit as I make this population less
It's too late to break cus it's 187 in progress