[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]

Straight from a hood known as 4 Corner Pimpin Ville

Ain't no nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga 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

Niggas 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

Niggas with guns lockin' you in the trunk so ain't no telling where your body gon' be found

Nigga wanna step, I got the weapons for them bitches, leavin'

Niggas 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 niggas scared to pull them triggers

It's your hood up against mine, best retreat, 4 Corner's bigger

Bigger than you niggas 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 nigga 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?