Hook: Tommy Wright III

Gunshots, gunshots
That's all I'm hearin' is them
Gunshots, gunshots
Them n***as runnin' from them
Gunshots, gunshots
Can't go to sleep cause I hear
Gunshots, gunshots
Twenty four seven I hear

[Blik, black, blucka]
N***a back the fuck up
(4x)

[PSK-13]
I break bread, and lay my head in Southside hi-zaw
Where dice games have these n***as offside shootin'
If these shoot motors could talk, shit they'll charge ya for game
And hustle hatas only out to slaughter ya name
PSK that ain't the factor in it, and we don't act up
Blick, black, bluck n***a back the fuck up
Hatin' n***as gettin' dealt wit, on some cap peel shit
Bluesteel snubnose what I kill wid
You know I, hold down blocks like a C-O
Roll down blocks like a G-O
N***a what the deal, original, down south hustla
I'm still out here hustlin'
That plaque ain't nuthin' playboy
I strictly do business by the code ah these streets
When n***as violate that same n***a see the sheets
It's hell to pay the captain, and I mean that shit partna
And you can tell by the way I'm wettin' it, gunshots
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[K-Roc]
How many motherfuckin' n***as out there done, heard ah K-Roc
You fuckin' wid a Street Smart connection now, bitch I'm on yo block
Where them n***as at, hangin' out the window
Get 'em, hit 'em, split 'em, *drrrr,drrrr*
Pull up on the side ah the car
N***a done come wid a big ass pistol
Bitch, bitch.. raise them motherfuckin' hands like FAST!
Shit, shit.. this Street Smart click WHOOO!
When a n***a wettin' come get me T
I'll show these n***as what's up wid me
Lock and load, put 'em in the test mode
You motherfuckin' hoe, oh noooo!

[Tommy III]
I lay my head in Memphis, where they be killin' drug dealin'
N***as get shot out chillin',takin' up smoke just to cope
Wid the fact that a n***a can't survive if he don't got a gat
Leave a n***a n***a flat on his back it's us
Thirteen to the third power, SPC and Street Smart's in this thugs
In my veins, it's cold water
If ain't murder, it's manslaughter
Steppin' out the door all a n***a finna hear is gunshots
The time on earth gettin' shorter
Cock it back and bust get buck
I can't come out without it
In the South yo mouth can get you killed
A-Town, M-Town let me hear you shout it, what?
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[Kid]
Runnin' young hog n***a, you catch me buckin' n***a
Screamin' ain't sayin' nuthin' they really ain't weighin' nuthin'
Don't let me take my shirt off, pull my pants up
No fake ass n***a, ain't tryna throw no hands up
Woodrunnaz is in me n***a, got me fucked up
I smoke a sherm wid my weed n***a, N***a back the fuck up!
Get it, got it baby you gotta get it good
We gon' blicka, blacka, blucka
Blicka, blacka good

[Indo-G]
This is what they told me
Turn around, stick 'em up, put ya fuckin' hands up
We in here, where's the fuckin' cheese bro
Optimo, plenty hoes I hustle for a livin' n***a
True to what I say, ev'ryday, X'd out
Sippin' tough-enex, break a n***a neck if he violate
Hit the green, Remy Martin make my pupils dialate
I don't give a fuck about these n***as and they hoe ass ways
Slap 'em wid the yawk, n***a step before I spray the K

Break 'em off wid a rat-tat-tarry yo red rum and a motherfuckin' alley
Where I be, naw I ain't shootin' in the air
I'ma plug a slug in ya ass and n***a duck and run
Call the cops, call ya boy, AT&T n***a Indo-G
No love no peace, no peace no love
Take it to the head like a muhfuckin thug
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