[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Ah, yeah, Don't Start No Shit Part 3, nigga
It’s last one, jawn, for real
Got my nigga Big Low up in the mothafuckin' house
Sweet Daddy Mack, my nigga 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 nigga, for real
Check this out
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Now, I've been sellin' dope for three years strong
If a nigga 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 nigga 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?
Niggas down on Ferington said I should retaliate
Niggas 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
Ah, yeah, Don't Start No Shit Part 3, nigga
It’s last one, jawn, for real
Got my nigga Big Low up in the mothafuckin' house
Sweet Daddy Mack, my nigga 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 nigga, for real
Check this out
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Now, I've been sellin' dope for three years strong
If a nigga 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 nigga 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?
Niggas down on Ferington said I should retaliate
Niggas 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
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