Don’t Start Sh#t

[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
West Side, better known as Pimpin' V
F.C.P., that's my hood
Glock 17 in the 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