4 Corners Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac T Dog] Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood, nigga Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Once again, steppin' smooth, chiefin' on a Mac J Standin' on the curve, West side, sippin' Alizé All day, conin', bonin', with that nigga Ramsey Finna head to the liquor store to pick up some 020-20 Plus I'm waitin' for them dirty hoes to finna come over here The bitch came and told me to stick my dick into her ear Now it's on, I got's to bone, time to get my serve on While the bitch was suckin' my dick, I be holdin' tight to my tone Just in case she tried to set me up for that 2-0-1 I unloaded the clip and I vamp 'cause a nigga won't go, my son How I knew that bitch was fake? The ho was actin' noid and shit Slid my piece by my feet, tryin' to avoid this hit Quickly left the house, quiet as a fuckin' mouse Another rapper tried to set me up, I put that tone in his mouth "Open wide" is what I said when I tossed him on the car Put that thang to his face, smile ho, say "aahhh" Boom, was the sound, but I clowned at the wrong time His niggas ran up on me, all I had was my nine Blood on my shirt and his blood on my pro wings And since he sold dope he had the help of them dope fiends All I did was backed up, they tried to jump me all at once I yelled: "Four Corners" and then Ramsey popped the trunk Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky Pimpin' Ville, niggas have commenced to do a drive by Four Corner niggas, just so quick to click when we clown We yell: "Four Corners ain't barrin' this shit" [Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac-T Dog] Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we bee Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] Four Corners bound, bitch, you know the sko Pimpin' Ville niggas have your families ridin' limo We're doggin' motherfuckers, keepin' bitches on their knees Lock you in the trunk and then we'll throw away the fuckin' keys Niggas talk shit and get caught in the cross fire Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die Four Corners niggas start shit, we don't take shit In the fuckin' house with that Magnolia Crime Click Click with the quickness 'cause my hood don't trait' Once you step trough that gate, dog, it's hard to escape Everywhere I go, Four Corners painted on the wall A hood full of real OG's that will never fall Y'all take a chance but I swear, it's gonna' be critical Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die, ain't no hospital Niggas, it's a homicide, suicide, genocide Tommy Wright III, Four Corners, West Side [Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac T Dog] Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick Since your hood is my hood, then my hood is your hood Straight from Four Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick Was mines is yours and what's yours is mine [Verse 3: Tommy Wright III] I'm from a place, called OG Side, West side Pimpin' Ville, tryin' to survive, stay alive, so I shoot to kill All my roadies dead or either locked up, so I'm full of pain All my roadies dead or either locked up, so I'm full of pain Doin' stains by myself, I hear no evil, see no evil Packin' heat, that the life in the street will keep from goin' six feet deep No retreat, no surrender, bullshit can get you killed Four Corner Pimpin' Ville niggas blazed, once they spliff Drank a fith from my old tape and turn that shit up louder Slangin' rocks, non-stop, bud crop, even powder Tommy Wright, a gangster from that West Coast of Tennessee West Side of Memphis, G, never fuck with F.C.P.  Watch your back and lock your doors, buy a club, if you choose Niggas are getting' jacked for they rims 'cause they don't be pimps Part-time dealers, but we're full-time corner thugs Youre from the Four, I'm from the Four, do your shake and show me love Gunshots is all I hear but that shit is all good We can't get on the news, Claudia Barr hates this fuckin' hood Scrape us to the day we die, but we don't go to Southside Sneaky as a wild cat but don't go to Hamilton High Die motherfucker 'cause you knew the deal There's a new area of in Memphis, called Four Corners Pimpin' Ville [Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac T Dog] Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky [Verse 4: Tommy Wright III] One man gang, Tommy Wright III, in this motherfucker With that Runnin-N-Gunnin That tape that gon' go down to history, nigga The new nigga in this Memphis rap shit, ho Whats's up to my group 10 Wanted Men in this motherfucker 10 Wanted Men in this motherfucker 10 Wanted Men in this motherfucker, nigga Four Corners Pimpin' Ville, that's my neighborhood That's what I claim, that's where I'm from, that's my motherfuckin' set So when you see us, throw them number fours in the air towards the fuckin' sky, duck, nigga Yeah, the Four Corner hustlers, yeah, ran this shit back in the days Where we backed this time as a rap group nigga Yeah, we gon' still run this shit Don't act like you ain't never heard of Four Corners, nigga Better ask DJ Quik where he stayed before he moved to Compton, seven years old You best do your homework Y'all think we're some fake-ass, rap-ass, motherfuckers down here God damn it, better ask MC Eiht where he used to be when he was still livin' in Mississippi, nigga Yeah, Four Corners, F.C.P.: Four Corners, Pimpin' Ville, nigga Yeah, like Malcolm X said: "We didn't land on Four Corners, Four Corners landed on us" God damn it [Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac T Dog] Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique Four Corners and Pimpin' V, creepin', 'cause this how we be Threw—, Threw my number four in the air towards the fuckin' sky