(feat. Manson Family)



[Tommy Wright III talking]

The number one hated, the most wanted

The all want us, the FBI, DEA, the CIA, ATF

What the fuck do y'all want?

(All you do is run your Goddamn mouth)

You don't know what you gettin' in

(..Boy you ain't finna do a Goddamn thing..)

What the fuck wrong wid you boy?

(..Goddamnit if you gon' bring it, bring it on...)

My nigga T-Roc what's up?, Destineal, whoopin' on niggas



[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]

Everything I say I'ma do it for real

Me and Lil Sko finna go for the kill

Niggas talk shit when I let go hit the floor

Make a hoe drop like dominoes I'ma go

Out the patio cause the po-pos at the door

Gotta lay low, I'm the man wid the say-so

Feds want mo' ah the underground pro

Still servin' junkies scalin' up the hootie hoe pajerio

Feel me hoe, I'm the one that's all in ya shit

You the one I'm tellin' all my niggas go an' get

Cryin' like a bitch when the thirty R six

Boutta spit sick shit just like Blair Witch

Wanted me to let the nigga look at my car

Don't wanna get killed better burn some rubber

Already took six two sent dead brothers

I wasn't raised by my mom I raised my mother

Fuck talkin' boy and back it up just like ass

You peep up on ah, meet up on ah, creep up on ah

Sneak up on ah, peep up on ah, leap up on ah, beat up on ah

And heat up on him lookin' like I am wid long hair and a mask

I'ma mash everytime they make one dime

I'ma blast soon if they fuck wid mine

Fuck squashin take caution when you talk about Memphis

It's Tommy time and who the fuck told you different

Nigga y'all ain't the shit y'all just the piss

That come up out my dick wid Canadian Mist

Betta have a tone goin' on wid this

What I make and what my way of sight gives is hits

Witness, better send a letter to the CIA

This is gonna get a bitch sprayed

Talk is cheap just like the river runs deep

Talk is cheap like every hoe is a freak beep



[Chorus: C-9 & Tommy III]

Talk is cheap, we creepin' so thick

We blastin' on haters wid nothin' but anna

[Body bags, body casts]

You niggas gonna die tryna fuck wid my stamina

[x4]



[Verse 2: Lil Sko]

I'm sick ah this he say she say shit

I'm pointin' some fingers I'm callin' some names

Haters be talkin' mo' shit than a project bitch

I ain't in this game for the motherfuckin' fame

I'm steppin' on toes puttin' niggas in chokeholds

So keep that ass away, like no dough

Frontin' like you ain't no hoe

It'll be mo' niggas comin' wid razor fours

Even if you packin' yo heat

I betta not catch ya slippin' in the streets, nigga What!

On the realer my nigga, if it never get bigger

You still my nigga, you still my nigga

Now how many motherfuckin' niggas wanna roll wid Sko,

Pimp hoes wid Sko, sell blow wid Sko, do shows wid Sko

Just the way that this Dirty South shit supposed to go

Lil Sko wid the pro nigga you ain't know?

Well now ya know, if you a friend or foe

If you a lady or hoe, if you rich or poor

You really need to recognize ya being Memphisized

I'm stickin' and shootin', in between ya eyes

I'm puttin' me wood, in between ya hoe thighs

Why ya actin' surprised when ya really need to realise

That I'll leave a nigga paralyzed,

Sko and Tommy III nigga we down for whatever

Better get ya shit together nigga gangs is terror

And come up with a plan, that's fortune for clever

Dis Street Smart write ya seed an' aunt a letter



[Tommy Wright]

Everytime we dis a nigga what we do we shut 'em down

Everytime we run into them motherfuckaz not a sound

Niggas like to talk about shit that they don't know about

In yo face and not behind you when we bust you in yo mouth



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: C-9 & Boss Bytch]

Y'all niggas ain't no killas y'all scared of us

When it's time to handle business y'all scared to bust

Scared to ride, runnin' off to much at the mouth

Tell some lies, claimin' you ain't scared to die

Make up ya mind, sony ass, phony ass bitch

Phony ass trick, flodgin' ass corny ass snitch

Talkin' that shit, is gonna cost ya wig to get split

Mark ass bitch ya never get me caught in that click

Friends or foes, what ya claim to be I don't know

Talkin' you bold you all up in my grill like golds

I oppose, watch the snubnose reload

Bloody ya clothes, give action like a killa suppose

Come wig and jump and keep on stumblin' keep it comin'

Leave ya numb and keep it crunk and chief a junt

And catch a murder charge or somethin'

Pull up at a river grab a body bag dump him

Adrenaline, rushin' through my lil ass pumper



[Boss Bytch]

How many motherfuckin' niggas wanna go to the med, wid two in the head?

Bleed bloody red from a bitch wid a bigger glock, and a bigger pop

Naw it won't stop, until ya body drop cause, ya mouth be hot

You be talkin' the shit, but don't be walkin' the shit

You be singin' the shit, but don't be bringin' the shit bitch

What's up better run for ya trunk, too late, caught ya by the gate

Mind gone, ass gone, all that shit will be blown away

No love from me to you, fuck you

I hang wid the Sinista Thugs showin' no love

Lookin' for a nigga wid a mean mug

It'll be his ass I'ma push and shove bitch



[Chorus]