[Intro Interlude Talk: Tommy Wright III & MC black]
Ah yeah waddup fool?
I got my n***a MC Black in this junt waddup Black?
Wassup mane?
Oh shit mane I´ve got some to tell yall fools mane
Wassup mane?
Guess what my n***a
Wassup

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
It was a gang fight
Geeter projects [?] homes
A battlefield or better yet a warzone
We met up at Geeter, I was a leader in condition
Open up the trunk discharged the ammunition mane
Parents wavin' like we goin' to the army
Bullet proof vest on my chest you couldn't harm me
With my heart filled like a thousand soldiers
Throwing grenades and they droppin' like bombs
Fiend zone, I had my Cadillac chromed
Pulled up in the projects and loaded the tone
It was quiet different, no one was out playin'
I held my Uzi ready to do a little sprayin'
Somebody came out, I shot and missed the sucka
I screamed out loud and said: "shoot the mothafucka!"
Bullets broke out, me and my boys hit the ground
A sawed off 12 gauge, the double barrel sound
So we took them cars away to the dead end
They touched my car Black I´m gonna unleash the MAC-10
Third world lives, we vent the scene
Ran through the projects it was a different thing
Dope dealers everywhere gettin' busted by narcs
Them fools tried to start statics and I had some rocks
Then they chased me, I ran straight for the sewer
Should I just stop? Yeah, my mind wasn't sure
They started shootin', I just had to stop
.33 Winchester trigger-happy buckshots
I proceeded, he slammed my face in the sewer water
Should I call my boys? Yeah, maybe I ought
He jumped off my back, I climbed out and said: "show time"
Told my boys the narc, "please shoot him for one time"
I killed [?] on a mission to find the leader
I screamed out loud and said: "I'm the one from Geeter"
He walked to the back, I saw garbage cans
They had fire comin' out, bums warmin' their hands
And on the other side they was havin' a crap game
N***as had his trunk open sellin' some cocaine
There was two more or three I believe
They were lying on down and each sold weed
I saw the leader and his name was Snap
Doodoo brown snow suit, suede FILA skull cap
I said: "Snap mane, where are your boys? They played out"
He snapped his finger, every last one came out
I yelled: "the streets ain't big enough for both of us
Somebody's goin' down and I know that it's not us"
We blast, they had no choice they ran
I grabbed three and burned them in the garbage can
Now was runnin' trough the projects like a track star
I had him point blank range but then he jumped in the car
He made a U turn, then he tried to run over me
I jumped on the windshield, he cut the wipers on me
He rolled through the forest, trees poppin' my face
He got out of the car, it was a different case
He fought pound for pound then that n***a got clowned
Then all of a sudden I heard a sound
It was a .38, it went off in his pocket
He died like know the dame and the bullet was the rocket
I got back in the car, blood drippin' from my do'
I turned back and went to pick up my crew
We got the cars and headed back to the base
I hugged my kids with a smile on my face
I could barely stand up, I said: "peace and glory"
And believe me this is based on a true story
[Interlude Talk: Tommy Wright III]
Yeah waddup fool, yeah like I said
Black mane, this was on my mind today pimp
You know, let me know what's on yours, you know
I finna kick back and sip this brew you know I'm sayin'

[Verse 2: MC Black]
Damn fresh in my leather seat, packed with the .380
Smokin' on a mac blunt, yes we [?]
Swangin' them thangs, a young black n***a was drank
That kill a sucker in minute so you best [?]
Got the .45 to your temple, pop the trunk like Jack B Nimble
Fucking up your mind cause the n***as I'm packin' jump
The figure of a bullet to your punk ass is [?]
Never try to cry around me, MC Black is gettin' rowdy
On a punk sucker who think they wanna try me
A heavy ass n***a, the peak and pimpology

[ Outro Interlude Talk: Tommy Wright III]
Yeah fool wassup we're kickin it
In this stereo, you know I'm sayin
4 Corners in the house, Pimpin Ville that is
You know I'm sayin, Tommy Wright in his house
Now you hear me, naw you don't

[Outro Interlude Talk: MC Black]
Know I'm sayin' my n***a X-Rated Al up in this motherfucker you know I'm sayin
You know, Tommy let's get up out of this motherfucker