“4” Corners Pt. 3

Lyrics

[Chorus: Playa Fly & Gangsta Blac] No it's not a gang, it's not a club, it's just Fly way of life Piss off my clique, and I'll be damned if we don't strike ya back, strike ya back No it's not a gang, it's not a club, it's just Fly way of life Piss off my clique, and I'll be damned if we don't strike ya back, strike ya back No it's not a gang, it's not a club, it's just Fly way of life Piss off my clique, and I'll be damned if we don't strike ya back, strike ya back No it's not a gang, it's not a club, it's just Fly way of life Piss off my clique, and I'll be damned if we don't strike ya back, strike ya back [Post-Chorus: Tommy Wright III] I yell, "Four Corner," I yell, "Four Corner" Four Corners ain't barrin' that shit I yell, "Four Corner," I yell, "Four Corner" Four Corners ain't barrin' that shit I yell, "Four Corner," I yell, "Four Corner" Four Corners ain't barrin' that shit I yell, "Four Corner," I yell, "Four Corner" Four Corners ain't barrin' that shit [Verse 1: Tommy Wright da III] Livin' in Four Corners, in that battlefield, danger zone Pimpinville is my home, where I roam, where I corn', sellin' stones, bound, bitch Shootin' bones in the ditch, splittin' domes wit' my fist, packin' dem tones for a snitch Creepin' deep: Ten Wanted Men, black gloves, black Loc's, black shirt, black pants Get it out way you get yo ass smoked Just can't be broke, so we rob, Four Corners thick as da Mob Pimpinville niggas so trill, we shoot to kill