Lyrics:

[Hook]
Fuck with us and we gon' be the last niggas you fuck with!

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Well it's rap but you meet yo death
Shoot another shot from my Glock and the nigga try to run
Peep my eye to the scope, gun smoke in the air
Do I care? Hell naw! Tommy gon' break the law
Running with the Tec and the Jason mask
Pushin' the shovel and yellin' 'Mo' Murda!'
Leave a nigga dead in the shed
I ain't scared to (?) quick and fill a bitch with lead
Nevertheless (?) protect yo bloody mess
Once I pop that trunk for the pump
Niggas gettin' on down like Forrest Gump
On funk my nigga, fl-izz-y h-izz-igh til he fuckin' d-izz-ie
'Creepin on ah Come Up' nigga don't run up
Tommy and Fly gon' pick them guns up
(?) up, fuck 'em up, rough 'em up
Lay a nigga down with the sound of a motherfuckin' hollow tip
Slip - get ripped in pieces
Killing off uncles, nephews, nieces
Jesus watchin' me creep at night
Tommy Wright ready to take yo life
Ain't no sacrifice gon' be made when the bucks get sprayed
When I blast two niggas with tha Jason mask
Rappin' in court, I'm about snatchin', cappin', kidnappin'
Blastin', packin' gats, harassin' with a passion
The modern day assassin; Tommy Wright the third
Ready to serve you bustas with that .30-06
(?) kill 'em all ... click

[Hook]
Fuck with us and we gon' be the last niggas you fuck with!
Don't fuck with Tommy Wright
Cause Tommy Wright ain't barrin' none of you bitches

[Verse 2: Playa Fly]
So you say you roast a hoe, talkin' 'bout you toast a hoe
Bumpin' out in (?), busta don't you doubt my flow
SPV, we told ya so, SPL gon' dwell in hell
(?) leavin' bodies stale, bodies stinkin', bodies smell
... muddy, blooded, funky bitch
Tell 'em 'bout attackin', packin' (?) trigger itch
Pistol bitch off in a ditch, little bitch with plenty lives
Sucker fear me where you dwell, in my hands I have yo life
Suckers they ... cause a Playa lookin' killa-like
(?) Fly powder (?) power, creepin' through the night
Many demons in my soul, (?) my niggas (?)
As you lemons 'bout to suffer (?) you were told, hoe

[Hook]
Fuck with us and we gon' be the last niggas you fuck with!
Don't fuck with Tommy Wright
Cause Tommy Wright ain't barrin' none of you bitches

[Verse 3: Tommy Wright III]
Livin' the life of a gangsta my nigga
You really don't wanna fuck with T
Killas on the real-ah better know as Ten Wanted Men
Fresh out the pen
Once again it's Tommy Wright
The creep at night type specialist
With a hitlist, put a bitch towards the end
When I squeeze to the trigger regardless, ain't no love
Murder more, serve a hoe, hurt a hoe
Breakin' it to tha fuckin' door
Cause the damn nigga named Tommy Wright creep at night
Rollin' dice with the Lil Fly til he startin' fights
None of these Tommy haters wish to fuck with a click ...
... with a new car to ride known as a hearse
From this day on, no more playin'
No more sayin', buckshots sprayin'
No more talkin', justice doin'
Somebody body gon' end up ruined
Test my nuts and see what happen
Should I a) shoot 'em with the quickness?
Should I b) kill a nigga whole click?
Should I c) dump 'em in a ditch?
(?) all I give up, but the Bible tells me 'Thou Shall Not Kill'
The Bible word that you ...
North Memphis so high, gon tell you somethin'
Tommy Wright the one man gang
Killa cap peeler with this chr-izz-ome t-izz-one
To yo d-izz-ome, try some silly, end up on ... feelin'