Four Corners

Lyrics for Four Corners

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