[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Ah, yeah, Don't Start No Shit Part 3, n***a
It’s last one, jawn, for real
Got my n***a Big Low up in the mothafuckin' house
Sweet Daddy Mack, my n***a Derrick
Up in the McDonalds uniform, you know what I'm sayin’?
If you ridin', don't start laughin' 'cause you heard me say that
But this the last one, my n***a, for real
Check this out

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Now, I've been sellin' dope for three years strong
If a n***a wasn't on his feet, I helped him get back on
Mothafuckas came to me, broke as hell, straight from jail
Helped a dealer build his clientele, till my n***a would bail
Gave to the homeless folks, now these blue boys lookin’ for me
People tell me that the cops got a red dot on my spot
Better known as my shop, but they know this shit is wrong
Gave them rednecks fifty G’s to leave me the fuck alone
Partners tell me "Move sharp", but I can't mess up what I got
Four Corners wanna go to war, everybody got they Glocks
Rumors spreadin’ around the hood
Police want me, they can't wait
Sixteen years of age, I can't go to jail 'cause I won’t graduate
So it's time to make a move, but what kind should I make?
N***as down on Ferington said I should retaliate
N***as down on Peace Street
Said I need to shoot at them bitches
Turn 'em blues suits, to red suits
And throw them bitches off in ditches
Well that's what I got to do, then I got a phone call
My cousin Elmo said
"Them bastards comin when the Sun fall"
Then I dialed the number of the precinct
Told them tricks to think
'Cause now, they just started up some real shit
[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Fucked up Is how I feel
Momma cryin', and I'm tryin' not to lose my mind
Phone ringin' all the time
5-0 keeps tappin' me, they got my conversations taped
Will I make it? I don't know, but I refuse to go out fake
Cars up and down my street
What the fuck you comin' for?
Told yo set "It ain't no thang, let us take they gang to war"
So I told 'em, quick
"Do that shit, let's leave some bodies droppin'"
Mouths closed, kick out the hoes
All you hear is guns cockin'
Undercover mothafuckas cruisin' up and down the street
Choosin', but tonight, they gon' be losin' when they lay six feet
Time to pack my momma bags, send her over to grandma house
'Cause the minute to blast comin' fast, where's my mask?
It's a task, mothafucka
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
'Cause this time, I ain't barrin' shit
Snuck up on me fast, 5-0 ready to blast, at my ass
N***as had my back, but some of my n***as, ain't got no gat
Now we fucked up, caught slippin'
German Sheppard's quick as a bullet
Got the same nine on my waistline, and I'm gon' pull it
Now it's time to go
'Cause a n***a like me is finna run
99 behind me, I'm the hundredth n***a with a gun
Constantly runnin' down the block
Police chasin' me down hard
Look at me back, all 4 Corner n***as dead in my yard
Bullets flyin' by my head, now I revert to Plan B
Jumped in the car, made it crank
Put my Glock in the gas tank
Cocked the hammer, waited for them cops to get a little closer
Boom, all of them dead but I ended up in the med
[Hook: 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, 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

[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
Ah, yeah, Tommy Wright III up in this bitch
With the new tape, "Ashes 2 Ashes, Dust 2 Dust"
R.I.P. on these hoes, you know what I'm sayin'?
This for all the bitches that talked a lot of shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Don't start none, won't be shit Part 3
Naw, let's put it like this here
If you wouldn't have started shit
It wouldn't have been no shit
But now, you fucked in some ho shit, n***a
I wanna send this shit out to all my
MKothafuckas in South Memphis
Where I grew up at before I moved to 4 Corners
Everybody out on Peace Street, that's personal
Pennsylvania Projects where a n***a raised
All my n***as down on, um, mothafuckin' Fairington
Crossed [?]
I holla, my nig, yeah