[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 Click, leavin' them bitches on our block
My niggas in this bitch, we way to thick, that scandalous MC Click
Known for regulatin' bitches, when they violate this Click
To the R to 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 the shit, that stays the same
Anna from these 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]
4 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 click 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. gone catch your charge
Ain't no busters in 4 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 yalk, the harder they fall
The niggas they come runnin'
4 Corner Pimpin' Ville set, break necks we crackin' jaws
Hittin' them domes in your face, foldin' my Glock, we jell these 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 through 4 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 Click, leavin' them bitches on our block
My niggas in this bitch, we way to thick, that scandalous MC Click
Known for regulatin' bitches, when they violate this Click
To the R to 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 the shit, that stays the same
Anna from these 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]
4 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 click 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. gone catch your charge
Ain't no busters in 4 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 yalk, the harder they fall
The niggas they come runnin'
4 Corner Pimpin' Ville set, break necks we crackin' jaws
Hittin' them domes in your face, foldin' my Glock, we jell these 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 through 4 Corners, junt
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