[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Tommy Wright III
Ten Wanted Men
This for you busters
[Pre-Chorus: Tommy Wright III]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit
North Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit
South Memphis, biatch
Don't start no shit
West Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit
East Memphis, biatch
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
I dont' fuck with busters, mane
Busters know not to fuck with me
Pimpin' n***a from Four Corners
My hood, West Side, better known as Pimpin' V
F.C.P., that's my hood, Glock 17 in thе back of the Fleetwood
Drop a n***a quick with the click of a TEC-9
N***a wanna jump, get stompеd tryna test mine
Duck and dodge, pull your gun, can't escape this redrum
Get the Gat, gonna click, weak bitch, talk shit
Dump the trick in the ditch, no remmorse, I'm pissed
Tommy Wright III, pimpin birds, tryna serve
Some of you buster motherfuckers startin' ruckus with this thugsta
I'm a mobster, project born display pimpin' 'cause I'm thick with gang
One pocket full of money, one pocket full of stones
Thats two pockets full of clips for my tone
On that track I cone, in that studio I blow on, no bone on my neck
But I better get respect or the TEC gon' wet your fuckin' dome
.38-nine Glock, whip you with the pistol grip
Four Corner cap peeler, finger on the trigger *gunshot*
Ten Wanted Mens, my real n***a
[Pre-Chorus: Tommy Wright III]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit
North Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit
South Memphis, biatch
Don't start no shit
West Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit
East Memphis, biatch
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III, Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
Get a Glock, full clip, pistol grip, hollow-tip
Double barrel gauge pump, body dead in the dump
No punks in Four Corners, Pimpin' Ville, shootin' to kill
N***a, they scopin', they hopin' the buster ain't lookin' when killers and dealers turn into cap peelers
Tommy Wright, creepin' at night, leader of Ten Wanted Men
Clicked up, while we makin' them Uzi's hiccup packin' MAC-10's
No ends, gangster frown, tearin' you down with a evil grin
You might hit one or two but how you gon' win tryna fight all ten?
Glock up on my side, ready to ride, and I feel no sorrow
N***as wanna live, to see tomorrow
Plus them tips in my clip are hollow point shell
Bad smell in the hood, don't tell
Punk detectives 'cause you know that Tommy the number one suspect
For buckin' bitches down, thunder sounds, milli-rounds spit
Straight from the barrel of a forty-four to a stupid ho lookin' for some conflict
That shit gon' make me click
Not really knowin' who you fuckin' with
You think I'd be lyin' with makin' these tapes?
Shit, think again my nig'
[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
Don't start no shit
North Memphis, biatch
Won't be no shit
South Memphis, biatch
Don't start no shit
