Straight-straight out from the hood
Four Corners
We've been quiet for too fuckin’ long, Pimpin' Ville niggas ready to bust
Do or die in some fire, turn them ashes to dust
Niggas been holding us down, keepin' the name of Four Corners up out on the Memphis street
Comin’ and flippin', and whippin' and scrappin' up in this state known as Tennessee
Ain't no snitches, ain't no riches, Four Corners ain't got no bitches
Ready to ride clean, mane, hit this while we're doing a stang
Straight from the West Side, not the North, but the South
Keepin’ the chrome to your dome like foam from a pitbull mouth
If you think that you can hang, get on number those thangs quick
Keep our rocks up in a Ziplock, had them bitches by my jock
In my sock where I think the cops won’t be able to spot
They drop, now I'm limpin’, niggas from Four Corners never slippin'
Drill with the steel on the streets, I can't go six feet deep
Nigga forgot about Four Corners, so it's time for us to speak
Never on the news, but it’s a clue to my niggas death
What am I supposed to do? Get high, while my partners drop like flies?
Police got a nigga session of from the rest of the city
It's a pitty but we're comin up and they done fucked up
Tough luck, 'cause we ain't no rappers, we're some fuckin' gangsters
Put us on the map, we're ready to scrap, ho
One, two, three, four
Straight-straight out from the hood
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