End Up Missing

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Straight from a hood known as 4 Corner Pimpin Ville Ain't no nigga runnin, we be gunnin 'cause we shoot to kill Take a chance with yo life, steppin with one bullet left If you want to kneel mane you better not take that last breath *boom* I'll get yo gat, cock it back and don't be scared to shoot [?] cut that phone line, hit the stash and find the loot 1995 got's to change cause im tired as fuck Third word come back me up, everybody duck Tommy wright, silent night, 17 shot Glock bodies drop Pistol play gon' get you sprayed, JBC gonna close your grave Take a niggas cash, buck him down, beat him to the floor Bitches like to scream and cause a scene so we gonna fuck his hoe If a nigga is steppin with his weapon bring him to the door Watch my back, Lil Fly try to occupy the fuckin' folks Gangsta Blac is on the phone, tell him to bring Southpark I know thats a little to many but I likes to hit you hard Niggas got's to realize, recognize lives gon' be jeopardized Victimized, hypnotized, Tommy Wright is on the rise 10 wanted men that's my cliqq, county jail bound Niggas with guns lockin' you in the trunk so ain't no telling where your body gon' be found Nigga wanna step, I got the weapons for them bitches, leavin' Niggas off in ditches and I'm grantin' death wishes On them snitches drop them bitches on a mission, soldiers slippin' To this pimpin' that I'm spittin' givin' you no funkin' attention While this anna got me clickin' like a time bomb, tickin' Always trippin', Tommy wicked, one of you hoes gon' end up missin' [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] Cemetery ashes send them bustas to the grave yard Mortuary you don't scare me, some of you hoes gonna get buried Fuckin' with this psychopatic mad man killer T-O-M-M-Y-W-R-I-G-H-T the third the grave digger How you figure, Pimpin Ville niggas scared to pull them triggers It's your hood up against mine, best retreat, 4 Corner's bigger Bigger than you niggas thought, fuck you fool, fuck your crew Fuck your hood, fuck your friends, fuck your bitch and fuck your group Tommy Krueger turn into Lex Luger when I break your back Tommy Wright I creep at night like dynamite when I'm on the track Call me a genie when I grant you this death wish You don't get three you get one, my gun is filled with copper peels Thats how Tommys doin' thangs, Tommy Wright is in a gang Playa shit and gangsta shit, to me my nigga it's all the same Feelin' strange, I'm insane, grab my gat, point and aim Point blank range, have you heard fuckin' with us gon' get you served?