Me Against The World (Remastered)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] I'm tired of this bullshit, now I'm on the down low Creepin' while you sleepin', trick or treatin' with my lights low Skullcap, gloves tight, loadin' up the nine Glock Strollin' through the Springcreek, lookin' for yo' chillin' spot You gon' be a victim to a Tommy Wright homicide D.L.E. you can't survive, no way you could stay alive Fuck you, punk bitch, listen to this gauge blast *gunshot* Wrap you in my sheets 'cause I can't supply your bodybag Actin' "J" 'cause I went solo with my studio Used you for a couple of songs and never paid you, sissy ho Step slow, real quick, D.L.E. – suck my dick You know where to find me, nigga, in the middle of these skreets Four Corners, where I stay, ain't na' nigga runnin', punk You gon' die, or I'm gon' die, 'cause it ain't no room for both of us Weak tapes that you make, niggas be laughin' at your shit In your room fuckin' off, while I'm diggin' on your bitch Talk shit, run your mouth, shoot me if you got nuts Ain't no vеst on your chest, you gon' be a bloody mess If I can't find you, I know whеre your mama stay Winchester, Springcreek, left, first driveway [Chorus: Tony Montana & Ice Cube] You think you can take me? You'll need a fuckin' army if you gonna take me Fuck all y'all (Switch) [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] Verse two, talk about another punk that I hate A bitch named Lynchin D, commercial appeal, front page That's where you gon' end up, fuckin' with Four Corner folks Talk behind these niggas backs, blow away my pistol smoke Murder charge, when I catch you slippin' with that ugly tongue I ain't got consent when these bullets hit my fuckin gun' Dead on the scene, nigga, you gossip more than them whores Tellin' people that you're comin' to kill me when I went on tour Took a chance, goin' outta town with that sorry trick You ain't kin to Skinny Pimp, so, quit jockin' on his dick Could've killed me plenty times, what the fuck you waitin' for? Stick my dick in Lynchin' mouth, let's see if Lynch can talk some more [Chorus: Tony Montana, Ice Cube, Tommy Wright III, Scarface & Willie D] You think you can take me? You'll need a fuckin' army if you gonna take me Fuck all y'all It's me against the world (Switch) Fuck you, man, fuck-fuck you, man Fuck-fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes It's Tommy Wright versus the world Fuck you, man I'm sayin' fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do? I'm sayin' fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do? (Switch) [Verse 3: Tommy Wright III] Tommy Wright, on the creep, comin' from this Westside Livewire, keep your boys safe from this drive-by Bullshit, you not, I'm out to lay them busters on the gravel Motherfuck your imitation, wanna be some fuckin' rappers Keep them niggas straight, Tre-8, you better watch yourself Once I see your 57 Couger, you gon' meet your death Call your punk, Big C, bring the fuckin' SMG Tommy Wright, the hated nigga from Four Corners Pimpin' V' Mad at me 'cause I erased your raps, come and get you some Livewire, your kids gon' get me send back to the Panafarm Glock cocked, tryin' to send these busters to the mortuary Nothin but a bunch of fat boys, eat the cemetery, bitch [Chorus: Tony Montana, Ice Cube & Tommy Wright III] You think you can take me? You'll need a fuckin' army if you gonna take me Fuck all y'all (Switch) It's me against the world [Verse 4: Tommy Wright III] Blast on these bitches, a ho named 3-0-4 Nigga wanna be Scarecrow, I'll put your ass on deathrow A bitch like him go dumb, 'cause I made this nigga a whole tape Then he caught the big head, said that he used me Why do niggas trait'? Motherfucker, talk shit Put a gun to his head and blow 'em away Put him on his knees, get blesses like a G And quick put 3-0-4 off in his grave I ain't got no love, put on my gloves, I wanna see blood Tellin' folks you gonna assassinate me, you hate me But them bullets you got can't scrape me Die, motherfucker, where you from? Nigga, make up your mind First you said the Garden, then the Mound I make it up for you with this nine I'm the only nigga standin', now the smoke is finally cleared Meet me up on walker if your body ain't tired from holdin' fear Now you back in buster-world, rappin' in the cafeteria Bullets ain't got no name, but one got yours 'cause my murders are serial Trippin'off your ass, rappin' in bathrooms, beatin' on tables Step up, if you ready to get your rep up when you willin' and able [Chorus: Tony Montana, Ice Cube & Tommy Wright III] You think you can take me? You'll need a fuckin' army if you gonna take me Fuck all y'all (Switch) It's me against the world [Verse 5: Tommy Wright III] Loced out, dressed in black, lookin' for some pretty boys Shawty Pimp and MC Spade, need some bodies in they graves Nothin' but some spoiled brats, mom and dad buy they clothes Never shot a fuckin' gun, never sold no fuckin' dope Traitin' hard, pull your card, see if you are what you say Smack you with that Gat, in the end, bring the yellow tape Lying ass bitches mane, won't you hoes quit traitin' Homemade ass tapes mever make it past Blackhaven Bitch nigga, rich nigga, trick nigga, talk shit You, Keke and Kim, all on my hitlist Supposed to some players, buyin these bitches diamonds and pearls Tommy Wright, that nigga y'all love to hate It's the me against the world