[Intro: Tommy Wright III & Lil Sixx]
Welcome (Welcome, welcome)
To (To, to, to)
The Tommy (The Tommy)
Wright (Wright, Wright)
Show (Show, show)
Willett (Willett, Willett)
Klick (Klick, Klick)

[Verse 1: M.D.B.]
Been around for twenty-two years, now I'm headin' into twenty-three
N***as tryna fuck me in the game, I ain't goin, G
So to watch my back I pack a Gat that's loaded to extreme
N***as think I'm fakin', won't you test me and see what I mean?
'Cause it's kinda hard when you scarred by the city streets
Suckers don't speak if you weak, knowin' talk is cheap
Stay about your hustle if you real when you're clockin' green
Shakin' them bones, shootin' them tones, breakin' a bitch whеn you scheme
Busters in thе game; let 'em hang like a fuckin' rope
Talkin' shit, will make me switch into O.J. and cut your throat
Bitches on a mission, don't you journey through my neighborhood
Fuckin' for cash, foot in your ass, I'm known to whoop a bitch good
Get on 'bout your business if you like the fuckin' life you live
Fuckin' with this pimpin will have you limpin' or you might get killed
So peep out the game when your brain's blown out on the curve
When the smoke clears I'll be standin', you'll be just a word
Out a n***a's mouth, when they reminiscin' over your ass
Suckers in the future don't fall victim to the .9 blast
If you think you're bigger than my trigger then you dyin', ho
Step into your grave when you sprayed to the fuckin' floor
Fuck all y'all
[Verse 2: Lil' Klik]
'Cause I'm that low down n***a who approach these busters nice
Act like I care, and show some love a master plot's inside
To get your riches, kill your family, everybody dies
I know you'll do the same, I'm livin' in a world of lies
Don't trust no motherfuckers 'cause these suckers steady trate
I know the end is comin', so I got's to get away
Away from all these suckers, 'fore the Kliksta catch a case
Ain't scared of death, you step, you meet this fuckin' bullet, bang
I choose the hobby, robbin', slangin' bodies in the mask
I feel the change, deranged, a psychopath, you bitches feel the pain
I though that there will be a friend for me up in this world
So young but yet my mind makes older suckers look like twelve
You hoes ain't safe, remember what I said, them bitches reported a kidnappin', but the bodies in my closet
And now it starts to stank, I hit the dank and now it's time you bitches die
Feel the presence of dead bodies walkin' through me when I'm high
Fuck you, suckers, fuck you, busters, 'cause my trigger has no love
Lil' Klik, I'm known for damage,' leavin' these bitches full of slugs
Fuck all y'all

[Verse 3: Lil Sixx]
Busters flaugin', dodgin' all my bullets, suckers runnin', Lil' Sixx gunnin'
This ain't funny, 'bout my money, yes, a player comin'
Blastin' bitches, takin' riches, dumpin' bodies off in ditches
Whoop you bad with this thang, now you need some fuckin' stitches
Takin' mine, breakin' n***as off with this bloody Glock
Evil shit stay in my head, bitch I know these slizzuts hot
Catch up with your kind, tell that stupid shit to my .9
Rata-tata on your ass, now your fuckin' mammy cryin'
I ain't got no love, demon blood keep The Sixxta hyped
Sawed-off right between your eyes, damn right, you die tonight
Dwellin' with some killers, Willett n***as ain't gon' take no shit
Pumpin' out these deadly rounds, indeed we 'bout our business, bitch
So come into my world where hustlers dwell and hoes can't stand a chance
If you wanna step, now watch a real n***a blast that ass
Keep that heat beside of me, 'cause there's too much jealousy
Suckers hate to see me ball
Fuck all y'all
[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
What's up, n***a?
Ayy, what's up?
Shit, fuck with me, stangs
Who is this?
1 Man Gang, Tommy Wright III
Ohh
You're surprised, ayy? What's up
Ohh, oh-oh
I stand 'em out
Ayy, welcome back home
Yeah, back on the streets, Ten Wanted Man 'til the world ends
Can you, uhh—
Well, I just got a little time, can you chronically convince, uhh (Yeah, yeah), that, you know, went down?
You know? What yall doin'?
Some of my n***as in Ten Wanted Men got killed in another shootout
These Tommy haters accusin' us as gangbangers
Don't know the fuck they been talkin' about
On my last tape, Wanted: Dead or Alive
We told the world: No Bloods, no Crips, no Vice Lords, just pimps
So once again, I gotta set the record straight
The 1 Man Gang, Tommy Wright, nor Ten Wanted Men, along with members of Street Smart Records
Don't belong in not one of these gangs
So quit believe in everythin' y'all hear on these streets
And before I go, [?], I want you to do me a favor
Leave these Tommy haters, mane, with somethin' to think about
I'm gone
The best thing about business is mindin' your own