[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Straight from a hood known as 4 Corner Pimpin Ville
Ain't no n***a runnin, we be gunnin 'cause we shoot to kill
Take a chance with yo life, steppin with one bullet left
If you want to kneel mane you better not take that last breath
*boom*
I'll get yo gat, cock it back and don't be scared to shoot
[?] cut that phone line, hit the stash and find the loot
1995 got's to change cause im tired as fuck
Third word come back me up, everybody duck
Tommy wright, silent night, 17 shot Glock bodies drop
Pistol play gon' get you sprayed, JBC gonna close your grave
Take a n***as cash, buck him down, beat him to the floor
Bitches like to scream and cause a scene so we gonna fuck his hoe
If a n***a is steppin with his weapon bring him to the door
Watch my back, Lil Fly try to occupy the fuckin' folks
Gangsta Blac is on the phone, tell him to bring Southpark
I know thats a little to many but I likes to hit you hard
N***as got's to realize, recognize lives gon' be jeopardized
Victimized, hypnotized, Tommy Wright is on the rise
10 wanted men that's my cliqq, county jail bound
N***as with guns lockin' you in the trunk so ain't no telling where your body gon' be found
N***a wanna step, I got the weapons for them bitches, leavin'
N***as off in ditches and I'm grantin' death wishes
On them snitches drop them bitches on a mission, soldiers slippin'
To this pimpin' that I'm spittin' givin' you no funkin' attention
While this anna got me clickin' like a time bomb, tickin'
Always trippin', Tommy wicked, one of you hoes gon' end up missin'
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Cemetery ashes send them bustas to the grave yard
Mortuary you don't scare me, some of you hoes gonna get buried
Fuckin' with this psychopatic mad man killer
T-O-M-M-Y-W-R-I-G-H-T the third the grave digger
How you figure, Pimpin Ville n***as scared to pull them triggers
It's your hood up against mine, best retreat, 4 Corner's bigger
Bigger than you n***as thought, fuck you fool, fuck your crew
Fuck your hood, fuck your friends, fuck your bitch and fuck your group
Tommy Krueger turn into Lex Luger when I break your back
Tommy Wright I creep at night like dynamite when I'm on the track
Call me a genie when I grant you this death wish
You don't get three you get one, my gun is filled with copper peels
Thats how Tommys doin' thangs, Tommy Wright is in a gang
Playa shit and gangsta shit, to me my n***a it's all the same
Feelin' strange, I'm insane, grab my gat, point and aim
Point blank range, have you heard fuckin' with us gon' get you served?