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Tommy Wit Da Tone Discography

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New song to capture that OG Memphis vibe. Shoutout J Da Unknown for the amazing production and getting me on some bigger platforms!

Lyrics:

t to the o to the double m y to the t to the o to the n to the e
now watchu muthafuckas gotta say about me
none of y’all can step up to a real MC
talkin outcha ass will get you shot
you tried to hide that runnin mouth but bitch I found yo spot
busta lemon suckas talkin like they run the block
yo ass was slippin and by me you were caught
always playa hatin busta bitches so frustratin
homicide I’m advocatin tommy get to regulatin
on these lil fuckin hoes who be runnin they lip
whip ya ass up like a banana split
and like tommy wright tired of the bullshit
if wanna step to me you won’t make it
imma burn ya house down and ya crucifix
you fuckin with that real raw mane triple 6
now getcho ass down right on the fuckin floor
cause this a robbery and I’m takin all you dough
and you lil trizzy trizzicks don’t want no smoke
but if really want it than this a fuckin war
I got the black ski mask tucked next to the flask
and in my hand I got the axe
so if you wanna fuck with me think fast
cause on yo lil playa hatin ass imma blast
lil flaugin weak ass jits fucked up
I’m ridin clean down the street with the glock tucked
but a playa can’t lie paranoid up in this junt
might be my dying day so mane pass the bump
do a couple lines feelin fine paranoia exit mind
feel the drugs going through my bloodline
buss a cap in his ass grab the chain and all the cash
but now the cops is on our ass gotta make the fuckin dash
hop up in the chevy thang swervin corners that we swang
ridin down the boulevard so we can go and get away
makin all these fuckin stangs hit the police wit a bang
rob someone be on my way then come back like a boomerang
mane I’m grippin grain sippin on some alize
carvin out my fuckin lane and straight to hell is where I’ll reign
insane wit da pain anna clouds up the brain
terrorist of urban ghettos call me hussein
top of the food chain wrap ya up in cellophane
always sinnin triple sixes branded with the mark of cain
devil shit it’s in my vains you won’t live see another day
bring you to my domain and torture in ways that’s inhumane
puffin on that mary jane snortin on cocaine
can’t forget promethazine that’s mixed with that codeine
secrets of the dark arcane your death is plotted and arranged
can’t resist the fuckin urge I’m bringing death so call me bane

Crucifix '21 (Prod. J Da Unknown)

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Wanted to do something a lil different so figured I'd show my ass with my production. Hope y'all enjoy

Mixin' Up in Memphis (Prod. Tommy Wit Da Tone)

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Art by the homie 12gauge, follow him on IG
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Verse I: Tommy Wit Da Tone

creeping out the muthafuckin cut, tell you what
I ain’t fuckin witcha bitch cause that bitch ugly as fuck
construct a fuckin rut now a playa stay stuck
no slack in my mack but I lack in the strut
no hoes, dead phone, in my reup cause I’m broke
yeah life got me down, everyone wanna provoke
get the smoke, go and choke, breakin a lemon suckas bones
now these muthafuckas really wanna test the fuckin tone
next muthafucka who be tryna say some shit
gonna be gettin gonna be kissin my muthafuckin boot tip
break a bitch boy down cause I’m fuckin pissed
get bent real quick, hop the fuck up off my dick
fuck him, fuck her, fuck you, fuck y’all
everybody on my nerves, wanna see all of you fall
don’t wanna get know you, don’t wanna be friends
never fuck with anybody what can you not comprehend

Verse II: Tommy Wit Da Tone

next time a muthafucka cut me off in traffic
gonna lay dead yeah that shit will be so tragic
had a bad day, wanna disappear like magic
feelin manic, schizo, bi polar, spastic, I’m causing havoc
eliminated, decimated, next time I’m feelin frustrated
murder premeditated, I made the space depopulated
why you always gotta go and be like that?
could’ve shown respect but now your face got tire tracks
splittin ya head in, I gotta teach you a lesson
when I bust the smith n wesson, better count your fuckin blessings
taking it back with lyrical crack 
got you smacked up cause you act
gettin the flack I’m knowing you lack
the strength to get up and attack
now listen real close, close your muthafuckin throat
you should’ve been aborted with a steel hanger of coats
get the fuck up out my face
you bustas buncha deadweight
meetin the devil at the gates
but first I’m makin fuckin haste, hoe

Deadweight

Deadweight (Prod. Tommy Wit Da Tone)

Beat: Violent - Syndrome
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mruTjDhGcKA



Gemini

Beat: Syndrome - Devotion
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6X-CEkMpLTk

Lonely

My Town

Ride Along - JrK (Prod. Syndrome)

Better Individual - JrK (Prod. Young Taylor)

News Flash (Prod. RAF)

Prod: @lsckropotkin feat: @yungvarg666

{Lyrics} 

Lord Wicked:

Homicides daily, where my gs reside maybe we some savages
Out the cages, packing straps and packages
Baby bout that cheddar, she just fuckin me for pleasure
Go and try to take us down and we  pulling up with pressure
Ima don, I'm my own boss, ain't no Carleone
In the middle of the winter windows tinted, hit the victim
Disrespect him, ima hellraiser, time to get this dough
Turn up missing, play the victim, hit em in the fuckin dome and now they gone

Yung Varg:

Now I'm Planning mafia hits
Listening to frayser click
I'm just gonna take your shit
And make you feel fucking sick
Now now I am with wicked bitch
Committing felonies
Pop a pill fuck police
Catch them on their fucking knees
Cut the head off
And throw it in the fucking crowd
I don't give a I don't give a
Fuck what you talk about
I'm just gonna smoke some spliffs
And plan another drive by
This is what you get
Little bitch I will die high

Mafia Hit Pt 2 Feat. Yung Varg (Prod. DJ Kropotkin)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3c7WABo0NSQ

MUSIC VIDEO

EAZY PROD. OMENXIII (OFFICIAL VIDEO IN THE DESCRIPTION)

Young Ryders will be the next generation of Ruff Ryders

COUNTDOWN

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Tommy Wit Da Tone is the persona used in this track

Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Tommy Wit Da Tone]

trizzy trizzick
little bizzitch
heard you talkin
like a snizzitch
always sum to say
but never say it to my face
gonna lay your ass to waste
and then maybe I’ll feel okay
keep up with that shit and getcho  pic on a t-shirt today
witcho half steppin ass
quick with the shade fast
I know you won’t last
throw you to the brimstone lab
and they’ll take care of you
you were born to fuckin loose
all the shit that I’ve been through
ain’t takin shit from no damn fool
stupid ass muthafuckas tryna bring a playa down
lets hear all that shit you talk with 44 up in your mouth
you don’t even know what the fuck you’re really really bout
shut the fuck up you just another mutha fuckin clown, hoe

fuck it up

[Verse II: Tommy Wit Da Tone]

act up
act tough
now you all up outta luck
frontin like original but notha rappers dick you suck
all night all day
couldn’t be me anyway
flows trash no cash
get the fuck up out my lane
fucked up with tommy
walkin all up on front street
lets see you step up and get fucked up when I buck yo fuckin teeth mane
apologies are not enough
bitch I see right through yo bluff
get the fuck up out my face unless you wanna get fucked up, hoe

2faced2step (Prod. Tommy Wit Da Tone)

STREAM: https://www.twitch.tv/stanbrule28
VISUAL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmhUvOMpaG4
JUNT LIST FO YO ASS: https://soundcloud.com/wiscompton69/sets/player-1

LIVE TWITCH PHONK/TRILL/UNDERGROUND MIX 7/19 (VISUAL, STREAM AND TRACK LIST IN DESC.)

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Verse I: Lil Snubnose

flippin crucifixes
it's the worship of the sixes
devil shit is all I witness
walkin 'round lookin suspicious, aye
better get down on your knees
pray to god in front of me
if you die before you wake
snubnose gonna seal your fate
grimey lookin muthafucka'
hidin underneath your covers
look at me and you will shudder
in your dreams you will discover
that I haunt you in your sleep
watch the blood drip down and seep
Special K, T-O-N-E
makin muthafuckas bleed
never gave a fuck about life or death
counting down the days until my very last breath
doin my best to put a noose around your neck
fuckin shit up mane watch me flex, yuh

Verse II: Special K

sick in the mind like a mental patient 
ya mind is racing, running circles 
talking all this blah blah I don't know what Usain
quit playing motherfucker run up and throw hands
or keep em open fingers on the keys like a Twitter Stan 
oh man oh man think it's a joke?
Cuz at the end of the day you ain't gon want all the smoke,
unless you blowin it, mowing it, a cig or two then ya spit
I'm towing ass out the apartment on some triple A Shit
stay hooked cuz you never have some real shit you trynna say 
shook cuz you never wanna leave on a Saturday
wooked cuz you hopped up on that paraphernalia 
book when you know I'm all up in ya area
cookin all this fuck shit, but you praying for better days
rookin cuz you never ever wanna fuck with me fairly 
looking through the blinds cuz you blowed and can't run away
you know drugs kill now hows some special-k
bitch

Follow Special K on IG: Special K IG: https://www.instagram.com/solid.wall.of.sound/

October... (Ft. Special K) [Prod. Tommy Wit Da Tone]

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Tommy Wit Da Tone is the persona used in this track

Verse I: Tommy Wit Da Tone

runnin from the cops goin down 94
killed another man at the liquor store
blood starts to spill now I want some more
ran out the door cause the cops I abhorr
execution of a punk that crossed me
should’ve known better than to fuck with tommy
white shirt turned into a new red tee
who was once full is now an amputee
red and blue lights in my rear view
while I’m being chased by a muthafuckin air crew
I made a quick left through the got dayum drive thru
tryna get away so I’m no longer pursued
so I stop the whip let me load this shit
spray the AK at the cops again
know I’m goin to hell may as well descend
a state of death for these pigs I commend

Verse II: Tommy Wit Da Tone

reloading the heater 
to put them in ether
dead body depleter
no longer a breather
I am the conceiver
of death and the reaper
the preacher or teacher
won’t be my appeaser
muthafuckas always gotta be eradicated
so I passionately advocate
for their decimation
as I dominate, exterminate
liquidate the police state
demonstrate my hate
for the one and only legal gang

1.3.1.2. (Prod. Tommy Wit Da Tone)

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Yung Lil Fat Mane is the persona Tommy enters in this track

Verse I: Yung Lil Fat Mane

point me a tone right dead atcha dome fool
tommy wit da tone got a bone to pick witchu
wit my boy OG THA MANE up on the track yeah that’s new
michigan to texas bitch I thought you knew
make a bitch hit the floor when I step up
if you gotta problem then I’ll solve it what the fuck is sup
leave his nose all bloody beaten lookin all snub
and I’ll end this shit with the quickness yeah this’ll be abrupt
when I’m off that brass I got the sixes in my eyes
tommy sip a bit too much and then my mind gets demonized
no surpise I neutralize any allies in disguise
so go and quit the talkin cause you know where I reside
a fuckin man of my word
show respect you won’t get hurt
could give a fuck bout what you heard
that’s only shit that will be stirred
but this heavy hearted disdain
that remains in my brain
one day will not be contained
bringin pain to bustas mane
now if you really tryna step to me
just know imma leave yo ass in the street
broken nose missing teeth face in the concrete
that’s what you get for talkin bout tommy
I don’t give a fuck about a muthafucka tryna step up to anotha muthafucka looking like a muthafucka
lookin at me
whadya mean
steady we creep
makin em bleed
never give to muthafuckas never with I concede
beat a bitch and break his jaw
like DJ Paul I break the law
I’ll make you crawl after we brawl
turn this bitch into monday raw
beat em down
in the ground
won the round
give the crown
put them fuckin shoes on now really lookin like a clown
bow to the fist in yo face
what a disgrace
mane learn yo place
never catch up to my pace
yeah I never gave a fuck
tommy steady gettin buck
if you wanna test yo luck
then go ahead and pull up, hoe

Verse II: OGTHAMANE

Merciless Beatdown (Ft. OGTHAMANE) [Prod. Tommy Wit Da Tone]

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Yung Desolation is the Persona Tommy Enters in this track

Lyrics:

the guilt inside
confides in my mind
with no place to hide
and the overwhelming tides
of the waves
can’t be saved
lets just talk another day
maybe push away the pain
try and crawl up out my grave
as I scream for help
while I question myself
can no longer deal with the feelings I’ve felt
I’m just sick and fuckin tired of this mental health
so I’ll astral project into another realm
yeah
tie me up a noose because this life has been deduced
and I don’t really have a reason to continue
all the drugs that I’ve used
and the abuse that I went through
has turned me to a fuckin mess so now myself I will reduce
get me the fuck out of here
this life is pain my end is near
I’m filled with fear and lookin drear
Like a magician disappear
in these shoes you walk a mile
promise you won’t last a while
my existence reconciled
from earth I have been exiled
so again I’m sorry for the hurt
been livin like I’m already under 6 feet of dirt
but I’ve tried so hard and I constantly exert
all the pain inside that I can’t invert
draw the heavens
leave impressions
but I’m cast to fire essence
learned no lessons
had no blessings
likes of me there is no helpin
never see the silver lining
with the stars I am aligning
save the tears there is no crying
never striving only dying

Elusive Euphoria (Prod. Tommy Wit Da Tone)

Tommy Wit Da Tone, also known as:
- Yung Desolation
- Lil Defilement
- Cadaver Da Mane
- Lil Snubnose
- Yung Lil Fat Mane

And a plethora of other dumb personas