Don’t Start Sh#t

Lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Wright III] Tommy Wright III (Tommy Wright III) Ten Wanted Men (Ten Wanted Men) This for you busters (For you busters) [Pre-Chorus: Tommy Wright III] Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit (North Memphis, biatch) Won't be no shit (South Memphis, biatch) Don't start no shit (West Memphis, biatch) Won't be no shit (East Memphis, biatch) [Chorus: Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko] Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for? Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for? Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for? Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for? [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] I dont' fuck with busters, mane Busters know not to fuck with me Pimpin' nigga from Four Corners, my hood Wеst Side, better known as Pimpin' V F.C.P., that's my hood Glock 17 in thе back of the Fleetwood Drop a nigga quick with the click of a TEC-9 Nigga wanna jump, get stomped tryna test mine Duck and dodge, pull your gun, can't escape this redrum Get the Gat, gonna click, weak bitch, talk shit Dump the trick in the ditch, no remorse, I'm pissed Tommy Wright III, pimpin' birds, tryna serve Some of you buster motherfuckers startin' ruckus with this thugsta I'm a mobster, project born Display pimpin' 'cause I'm thick with gang One pocket full of money, one pocket full of stones Thats two pockets full of clips for my tone On that track I cone, in that studio I blow on No bone on my neck but I better get respect or the TEC gon' wet your fuckin' dome .38-nine Glock, whip you with the pistol grip, Four Corner cap peeler, finger on the trigger *gunshot* Ten Wanted Mens, my real nigga [Pre-Chorus: Tommy Wright III] Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit (North Memphis, biatch) Won't be no shit (South Memphis, biatch) Don't start no shit (West Memphis, biatch) Won't be no shit (East Memphis, biatch) [Chorus: Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko] Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for? Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for? Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for? Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for? Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you I don't fuck with your ass, dude, so what you fuck with mine for? [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III, Tommy Wright III & Princess Loko] Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you Get a Glock, full clip, pistol grip, hollow-tip Double barrel gauge pump, body dead in the dump No punks in Four Corners, Pimpin' Ville, shootin' to kill Nigga, they scopin', they hopin' the buster ain't lookin' when killers and dealers turn into cap peelers Tommy Wright, creepin' at night, leader of Ten Wanted Men Cliqued up while we makin' them Uzi's hiccup, packin' MAC-10's No ends, gangster frown, tearin' you down with a evil grin You might hit one or two but how you gon' win tryna fight all ten? Glock up on my side, ready to ride, and I feel no sorrow Niggas won't live to see a tomorrow, plus them tips in my clip are hollow point shell Bad smell in the hood, don't tell Punk detectives 'cause you know that Tommy the number one suspect For buckin' bitches down, thunder sounds, milli-rounds spit Straight from the barrel of a forty-four to a stupid ho lookin' for some conflict That shit gon' make me click, not really knowin' who you fuckin' with You think I'd be lyin' with makin' these tapes? Shit, think again, my nig [Outro: Tommy Wright III] Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit (North Memphis, biatch) Won't be no shit (South Memphis, biatch) Don't start no shit