(feat. La Chat, Project Pimp)
[Hook:]
Ain't no use in throwin' blows
I just wanna smoke you hoe
Ain't no use in throwin' blows
I just wanna smoke you hoe
Ain't no use in throwin' blows
I just wanna smoke you hoes
I just wanna smoke you hoe
Ain't no use in throwin' blows
[x2]
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I f**in' die
Street sweep through the hood wid my n***a Kiki in the wood
Wid the ooze, hangin' out the sunroof doin' drive-by,
You survive, that's a lie, fifty n***as standin' on the corna
Watchin' every muthaf**n' move you make,
Some perpetrate, shootin' ball on crate,
Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come n***a break
Bullet penetrate, in a n***a face not payin'
Tryna f** wid Tommy Wright don't fight just blast,
Last n***a died, when he tried, pimpin' big,
Got k**ed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field
B-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance"
But not me, on my tone, get the phone
Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance
Bustas braggin', eye cappin' lyin' bout who they done put to rest
Prove it to me, do a street sweep,
Put a hole in a n***a chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest,
Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants
Wasn't sh** different when I moved in South Memphis
For the n***a millimetre for they broad got pimpin'
Lampin' on the track wid ah handful ah rocks
And ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0,
Still on parole can't catch another case,
Creepin' night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood
Go to war with the world if I gotta,
Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed,
Tommy Wright don't fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter
[Hook x1]
[Verse 2: La Chat]
Hoppin' on these b**hes, leavin' 'em wid stitches
Reason why I do these funky hoes,
If you b**hes got some anna bring the sh** on
Cause La Chat still won't go,
Cappin' all these s**as, fillin' these bustas
Shoot 'em to the ground wid my nine that I tote
b**hes wanna test my motherf**in' pimpin'
Best believe that's a motherf**in' lesson hoe
Beatin' these b**hes to the ground,
That's my hobby I like to do,
Busta a** hoe got a glock at her side
Betta pull it cause she got no other choice but to shoot,
Threaten my f**in' life hoe that's a no no you lil silly hoe,
You one hoe, that I know that done know,
That your stupid a** gotta vamp gotta go,
Evil signs I do not see, it's just the hatred in my blood
It's just me when I feel the need I'm poppin' them motherf**in' slugs
b**h I am the scandalous I do not play them silly games
Never plan to fall will we put none ah these bustas lemon lames
Know this anna's on my mind, it keep me doin' a f**in' crime
Never like caught, slippin' b**h, I bet I keep my f**in' nine
Got some anamosity, here's my f**in' do' key
Get that sh** up off your chest
My 20 guage track will handle the rest
[Hook x1]
[Project Pimp]
I gotta be makin' that cash, the bigga my stash
I put on my halloween mask,
Time to go trick or treat, fold up them swisher sweets
Makin' them lemons lay down in the gra**
My weapon I'm grippin' ain't no time for slippin'
The Pimp and I'm all about makin' that cheese,
Robber who robbin' them b**hes for riches and dumpin'
Ain't no stoppin till I get some kis,
Full ah that weed, so I can proceed wid my plans
And take care my family through problems,
Hit up my n***a that wanted Li-zo and Terrel
Some playas who down to go robbin',
Think that I'm flodgin' don't slip and get k**ed by them bullets
That fly from the .45 clip, that c**aine is in my brain
Got me straight doin' thangs, to them hoe n***as when I catch 'em slip
No mercy for s**as and bustas when I'm on my hustle
I take care ah my business off top,
Regardless whoever that n***a might be
When I take all his cheese, I bet he get shot, be clippin' that glock,
It full wid black talon for static I might have to aim on ah low,
I kick it wid k**ers, dog dealers, graven***as
Who squeeze on the triggas, we dumped on 'em low
[Tommy Wright III]
Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your f**in' life,
Roll them dice, get a side bet
Tommy best shot betta aim that I get,
Murder one expert, drinkin' red rum
Hoe my mouth don't move cause I talk wid ah ooze
Slip on my gloves, Tommy gots no love
Two glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftop
Pistol grippers, leavin' y'all bodies in plastic bags wid zippers
Where I'm from n***as come wid pistols
Tommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin' who's next
I'm gon' buck 'em, and I'm gon' stuff 'em
Tommy don't love 'em it was only f** phonies
Six feet to me ain't deep
Can't be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the pa**enger seat,
Really don't give a f**, nail it to your nuts
Everyday parlay sun down, sun up
n***as don't want no peace so they pack a piece wait,
Murder show at twelve can't be late,
f** scrappin', Tommy Wright cappin' and dappin'
When the damage is done, do away wid the gun
On the run, real billy sippin' O-Z,
Ten wanted men feelin' deep, trick or treat, f** tha police
[Hook x1]
[Tommy Wright III]
Dig that, Memphis n***as ain't scrappin' no more
Especially ten wanted men, f** scrappin' we cappin'
It's on like cap, BIOTCH!