[Verse 1: Lil Ramsey]
Magnolia niggas, clan of killers and we're high as hell
Can’t you tell? Might as well, Fahrenheit, this dope I smell
Slangin' rocks, shootin' on narcs
Coopers street bound, this shit don’t stop
Magnolia Crime clique, leavin' them bitches on our block
My niggas in this bitch, we're way to thick, that scandalous MC clique
Known for regulatin' bitches, when they violate this clique
To the R, to the A, to the M, to the S, to the E, to the Y
Comin' straight from the dark side
All my niggas chief that dope
All my niggas stay real high
I don't want to stand it, so I greef and chief and motivate gang
Never change on the thang, that's thе shit, that stays the same
Ana from thesе lames, 'cause they mad, but it really don’t matter
Brains and blood all over the curb
’Cause that .44 made a scatter
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Four Corners, we so deep
Creepin' up slow, while niggas be sleepin’
Gimme' your riches, or get your ass sprayed
Doin' whatever, forever, stay payed
Takin' the pistols, to brake you off, bitch
The clique is thick, can you handle this?
I don’t think so, here's a piece of info
We'll blast, no matter how much you say quit
Wanna' meet death? Try to roll through
F.C.P. gon' catch a charge
Ain't no busters in Four Corners Pimpin Ville, we never flodge
Even if you duck and dodge, nigga, trust me, shootin' you ain't hard
Down to pull a nigga ho card
Only person can save you is God
Bring it on, come one come all
The bigger the yawk, the harder they fall
The niggas they come runnin', Four Corner Pimpin Ville set, break necks, we crackin' jaw
Hittin' them [?] in your face
Holdin' my Glock for jealous busters
Keep the clip loaded, never scared to hold it when I shoot motherfuckers
Got's to have a Ghetto-Pass, better known, as a tone
Tommy ready to blast, if you pass trough Four Corners junt
Magnolia niggas, clan of killers and we're high as hell
Can’t you tell? Might as well, Fahrenheit, this dope I smell
Slangin' rocks, shootin' on narcs
Coopers street bound, this shit don’t stop
Magnolia Crime clique, leavin' them bitches on our block
My niggas in this bitch, we're way to thick, that scandalous MC clique
Known for regulatin' bitches, when they violate this clique
To the R, to the A, to the M, to the S, to the E, to the Y
Comin' straight from the dark side
All my niggas chief that dope
All my niggas stay real high
I don't want to stand it, so I greef and chief and motivate gang
Never change on the thang, that's thе shit, that stays the same
Ana from thesе lames, 'cause they mad, but it really don’t matter
Brains and blood all over the curb
’Cause that .44 made a scatter
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Four Corners, we so deep
Creepin' up slow, while niggas be sleepin’
Gimme' your riches, or get your ass sprayed
Doin' whatever, forever, stay payed
Takin' the pistols, to brake you off, bitch
The clique is thick, can you handle this?
I don’t think so, here's a piece of info
We'll blast, no matter how much you say quit
Wanna' meet death? Try to roll through
F.C.P. gon' catch a charge
Ain't no busters in Four Corners Pimpin Ville, we never flodge
Even if you duck and dodge, nigga, trust me, shootin' you ain't hard
Down to pull a nigga ho card
Only person can save you is God
Bring it on, come one come all
The bigger the yawk, the harder they fall
The niggas they come runnin', Four Corner Pimpin Ville set, break necks, we crackin' jaw
Hittin' them [?] in your face
Holdin' my Glock for jealous busters
Keep the clip loaded, never scared to hold it when I shoot motherfuckers
Got's to have a Ghetto-Pass, better known, as a tone
Tommy ready to blast, if you pass trough Four Corners junt
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