[Intro:]
Now that's how you kill somebody, my brothers
You get right up on the motherfucker and blam!
Blow his brains all over the sidewalk in broad daylight

(Chorus: Tommy Wright III)
I wanna commit a
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna witness a
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna be part of a
(Murder, Murder)
I love premeditated
(Murder, Murder)
(x2)

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Scheming up a murder plot, lookin for n***as that wanna be killers
Glock 17 say "ahhhhh" put the barrel in your mouth don't scream Ill blow your brains out
Make one move and it won't be a pretty sight Tommy Wright Glock tight still creep at night
Through the woods with a hood pulled down on my face any day Id rather blast to avoid another case
Who am I? Its the n***a named Tommy with a 9 to your skull ain't no love for a busta
All my n***as know any trouble with a busta call Tommy Wright he the type to shoot a motherfucker
Tommy wright on the mic n***a you dont know whats going on in the mind of a motherfucking lunatic
Crucifix on a bitch, talk shit, death wish get yo motherfucking wig split with the quickness
You shoot, I shoot, infrared to your head better duck cause you fucked, punk n***a running scared
One time can't help, n***a you gon meet yo death, AK from memphis will dig you to your own grave
All my n***as from the north to the south from the east to the west get together cause a bloody mess
Playa Hatas need a bullet proof vest when a n***a test luck put a slug in your gut
Dont fuck with a pimpin-ville n***a cause a pimpin-ville n***a is a killer cap peeler finger on the trigger
Die n***a Die you gon cry when a man [?] playa hata stop playa hating
Perpetrating, instigating [?] thinking if a blood or Crip I ain't shoot quit running lip
Pimpin-ville [?]plain cause you help me get change from 4 corners just to keep me from getting killed[?]
[Second Chorus:]
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna commit A...
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna be part of A...
(Murder, Murder)
I love premeditated...
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna withness A...
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna help you do A...
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna withness A...
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna cause A...

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
All of us thugs packing our slugs killing a n***a we leaving no blood
Ten wanted men once again run the streets got my strap in my lap and my gauge in a [?]ho'[?] seat
Murder plots are what I scheme, a n***a with a long curl running from the scene
Yeah that was me [?] in the top, fresh braids in the back, with my Fila flip-flops
Glock cocked as I rob liquor stores, as I rob stop and goes as I stang a n***a for a [?]
Ain't no body pistol playing, leave your body dead laying, full clip still spraying, throw you in the Grand Canyon
Run Run Run if you can cause im comin bitch murder sholl' hurt a ho', serve a ho' furthermore
Tommy Wright Glock tight hollow tip gun smoke [?]bloody gun dead wait[?] shoot to kill when i spray
Pimpin-ville where I stay, three bodies buried already in my trunk smelling like a skunk fuck em
Bullet proof vest im tied to protect with the next n***a set with a mili round Tec
Think twice, Tommy Wright, nothing nice, dont fight, just shoot gotta rob no job need loot
With a boot drop it off with a scoop pack a suit jason mask on my mug barrel hammer full of slug
Right pocket full of drugs leave the shit under the rug, many graves I have dug, playa hate get no love
Fingerprints need gloves leave a scrub in the mud red dot mean blood shoot em up like a club
Dont fuck with a pimpin-ville n***a cause a pimpin-ville n***a nine times out of ten got a straight shot
Ten wanted men at your door with a knock knock then a pop pop from a chrome tome cocked Glock
[Chorus:]
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna commit A...
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna withness A...
(Murder, Murder)
I wanna be part of A...
(Murder, Murder)

[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
Yeah...
It´s Tommy Wright the 3rd in this motherfucker
With my n***a Lil Fly, Gangsta Blac ,South Park in this motherfucker
10 Wanted Men my clique in this bitch you know I´m sayin
And go get that new tape Wanted Dead Or Alive
And be on the lookout for Princess Loko
It´s on