Take A Chance lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
*Southpark!*
n*ggas be thinkin´ cause they are North n*gga
Because they chill with a n*gga, that a n*gga ain´t got no bad side
These Tommy haters mane only wanna see me click
I´m bringing Two Lane, [?], Cypress Woods, T-Bone outta here
Mane these Tommy haters best beware, we´re the wrong motherf*ckers!

[Hook]x4
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*cked with!

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Well it's
Rap but you meet yo death, shoot another shot from my Glock at the n*gga tryna run
Peep my eye to the scope, gun smoke in the air, do I care? Hell naw! Tommy gon' break the law
Running with the Tec and the Jason mask, pushin' the shovel and yellin' "Mo' Murda!"
Leave a n*gga dead in the shed, I ain't scared, Ten Wanted Men quick to fill a b*tch with lead
Nevertheless keep a b*tch [?] to protect yo bloody mess
Once I pop that trunk for the pump, n*ggas gettin' on down like Forrest Gump
On funk my n*gga, fl-izz-y h-izz-igh til he f*ckin' d-izz-ie
"Creepin on ah Come Up", n*gga don't run up, Tommy and Fly gon' pick them guns up
Put 'em up, shut 'em up, f*ck 'em up, rough 'em up
Lay a n*gga down with the sound of a motherf*ckin' hollow tip
Slip - get ripped in pieces, killin' off uncles, nephews, nieces, Jesus
Watchin' me creep at night, Tommy Wright ready to take yo life
Ain't no sacrifice gon' be made when the bucks get sprayed when I blast two n*ggas with tha Jason mask
Rappin' in court, I'm about snatchin', cappin', kidnappin', blastin'
Packin' gats, harassin' with a passion, the modern day assassin;
Tommy Wright the third, ready to serve you bustas with that .30-06
In the trench, bumpin' down by my di*k, so say Tommy click, kill 'em off first one of that click
[Hook]
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!

f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
Don't f*ck with Tommy Wright 'cause Tommy Wright ain't barrin' none you b*tches
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
Don't f*ck with Tommy Wright 'cause Tommy Wright ain't barrin' none you b*tches

[Verse 2: Playa Fly]
So you say you roast a hoe, talkin' 'bout you toast a hoe
Bumpin' out out and grip the Glock, busta don't you doubt my flow
SPV, we told ya so, SPL gon' dwell in hell
Lovin', leavin' bodies stale, bodies stinkin', bodies smell
Any life is gettin' expelled, muddy, bloody, funky b*tch
Tell 'em 'bout attackin', packin', achin', makin' trigger itch
Pistol b*tch off in a ditch, little b*tch with plenty lives
Sucker fear me where you dwell, in my hands I have yo life
Suckers they wanna flea cause a Playa is lookin' killa-like
Fly about that powder, slangin' powder, creepin' through the night
Many demons in my soul, Fly my n*gga state your soul
As you lemons start to suffer please remember you were told, hoe

[Hook]
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
Don't f*ck with Tommy Wright 'cause Tommy Wright ain't barrin' none you b*tches
f*ck with us and we gon' be the last n*ggas you f*ck with!
Don't f*ck with Tommy Wright 'cause Tommy Wright ain't barrin' none you b*tches

[Verse 3: Tommy Wright III]
Livin' the life of a gangsta my n*gga, you really don't wanna f*ck with T
Killas on the real-ah better known as Ten Wanted Men, fresh out the pen
Once again it's Tommy Wright, the creep at night type specialist
With a hit list, put a b*tch towards the end when I squeeze to the trigger regardless
I ain't no love, murder more, serve a hoe, hurt a hoe, breakin' it to tha f*ckin' door
Cause the damn n*gga named Tommy Wright creep at night, rollin' dice with the Lil Fly til he startin' fights
None of these Tommy haters wish to f*ck with a click, put you crucifixed
You get [?] with a new car to ride in, known as a hearse
From this day on, no more playin', no more sayin', just us sprayin'
No more talkin', just us doin', somebody about to gon' end up ruined
Test my nuts and see what happen, should I A: Shoot 'em with the quickness?
Should I B: Kill a n*gga whole click? Should I C: Dump 'em in a ditch?
D: All of the above, but the Bible tells me: "thou shalt not kill"
The Bible wrote in Jerusalem not Memphis, so how it gon' tell you somethin'?
Tommy Wright the One Man Gang, killa cap peeler with this chr-izz-ome
T-izz-one to yo d-izz-ome, try some silly, end up on this disability

[Hook + Outro]
This could be the end of your life, right here
We don't give a f*ck about you mane!
Ten Wanted Men, Street Smart Records
You f*ck with Street Smart Records, now you layin' in yo grave b*tch!
We hate you!
Ten Wanted Men
Don't f*ck with Tommy Wright, hoe
You don´t wanna f*ck with us, mane
Why not?
None of you b*tches! None of you b*tches!