[Intro: DJ Squeeky]
Welcome to the Tommy Wright Show
Willett Klick

[Verse 1]
Been around for twenty-two years, now I'm headin' it to twenty-three
N***as try to fuck me in the game, I ain't goin, G
So do watch my back, I pack a Gat that's loaded to extreme
N***as think I'm fakin'
Why don't you test me and see what I mean
Cause it's kinda hard when you [?] by the city streets
Suckers don't speak if you're weak knowin' talk is cheap
Stay about your hustle if you're real when you're clockin' green
Shakin' them bones shootin' them tones breakin' a bitch with this scheme
Busters in the game
Let thеm hang like a fuckin' rope
Talkin' shit and make mе switch into O.J. and cut your throat
Bitches on a mission don't you journey through my neighborhood
Fuckin' for cash flickin' your ass I'm known to whip a bitch good
Get on about your business if you like the fuckin' life you life
Fuckin' with this pimpin I have you limpin' or you might get killed
So weak about the game when your brain is blown out on the curve
When the smoke clears I be standin' here it will be just the word
Out a n***as mouth when they are reminiscin' over your ass
Suckers in the picture don't fall victim to the nine blast
If you think you are bigger than my trigger then you die hoe
Steppin' to your grave when you are sprayed to the fuckin' floor
Fuck All Y'all
[Verse 2]
`Cause I'm that low down n***a who approaches these busters nice
And like I care I show some love I [?] inside
To get you bitches killed your family everybody dies
I know you'd do the same I'm livin' in a world of lies
Don't trust no motherfuckers 'cause these suckers steady tray
I know the end is comin' so I got's to get away
Away from all these suckers [?]
Ain't scared of death you step you meet this fuckin' bullet bang
I choose the hobby robbin', slayin' bodies in the mask
I feel the change the range the psychopath you bitches feel the pain
I doubt the devil be a friend for me up in this world
So young [?] my mind all the suckers look like twelve
You hoes ain't save remember what I said them bitches reported the kidnappin'
Put the bodies in my closet
And now it starts to stank I hit the dank and now it's time you bitches die
Feel the presence of that body walkin' through me when I'm high
Fuck you suckers fuck you busters 'cause my trigger has no pull
The click I'm known for damagin' leavin' these bitches full of slugs
Fuck All Y'all

[Verse 3]
Busters flaugin', dodgin' all my bullets, suckers runnin', Willetts's gunnin'
This ain't funny about my money yes there's a player comin'
Blastin' bitches takin' riches dumpin' bodies of in ditches
Whoop you bad with this thang now you need some fuckin' stitches
Takin' mine breakin' n***as off with this bloody Glock
Evil shit stays in my head
Bitch I know this [?]
Catch up with your kind
Tell this stupid shit to my nine
Ratatata on your ass
Now you fuckin' made me cry
I ain't got no love
Steamin' blood
Keep the 6'2 height sawed off right between your eyes
Damn right you die tonight
Ridin' with some killers with the n***as ain't take no shit
Pumpin' out these [?]
So come into my world where hustlers, [?], hoes can't stand a chance
If you want to step now watch a real n***a blast that ass
Keep the heat beside of me
[?] to my jealousy
Suckers hate to see me ball
Fuck All Y'all
[Outro]
What's up n***a
Ey what's up
Shit fuckin' with thangs
Who is this?
One man gang Tommy Wright III
Ohh
You're surprised ey? What's up
Ohh haha
I ain't [?] them out
Ey welcome back home
Yeah back on the streets, Ten Wanted Man to the world ey
Can you, ah, I just got a little time, can you chronically [?] that uh went down? What yall doin?
Some of my n***as in ten Wanted Men got killed in another shootout
These Tommy haters accused that it was a gangbang or what the fuck they've been talkin' about
On my last tape Dead or Alive we told the world
No Bloods no crips no Vice Lords just pimps
So once again I got to get the record straight
The One Man Gang Tommy Wright III nor Ten wanted Men along with members of Street Smart Records
Don't belong in damn of these gangs
So quit believin' in everythin' yall hear in these streets
And before I go [?], I want you to do me a favor
Leave these Tommy haters with somethin' to think about
I'm gone
The best thing about business is mindin' your own
Class dismissed!