[Chorus: Project Pat]

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Auto, au-au, automatic, when I aim you say bye bye

Automatic, when I aim you say bye bye

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Auto, au-au, automatic, when I aim you say bye bye

Automatic, when I aim you say bye bye

DVRST

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

Ruthless, that was my style as a juvenile

I ran with gangs niggas I slanged, but in the meanwhile

I hang with BHZ rockers rockers on twenty-three chrome

You got your gun on you, I hate it if you done left it at home

'Cause six is blasting nice and fast and better clean your glasses

We quick to sneak and put you to sleep like a certain mattress

You soft like pussy, so I guess that's why you smell like one

Bitch fuck alone, you better go and get your fucking gun

I'll have you begging for a double dose of Percocet

Your money bank if I touch you, and you don't get wet

We made a movie on you hoes, I know you loved it didn't

You started telling your girl, man I could of been in it

But you a fuck nigga, niggas don't fuck with you nigga

You Donnie Brasco need to cali coat nigga

I'm sick and tired of dissing you hoes on these CD's

I'm 'bout to start dissing you hoes on my DVD's

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Auto, au-au, automatic, when I aim you say bye bye

Automatic, when I aim you say bye bye

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Auto, au-au, automatic, when I aim you say bye bye

Automatic, when I aim you say bye bye

[Verse 2: Project Pat]

I'mma start this one off with a toast for my nina ross

We don't run the rap game, but this city we the boss

North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound

Project Pat in this motherfucker layin smack down

Crackin' down on you punk niggas talkin' too much gang

Snortin' all your dope up claiming that you in the game

False flaggin' bitches, I'll catch you outta hell

Informant ass snitches, protection fees in jail

What you pay dead body lay once the bullets spray

'Round the way with the escape with no delay

You gon' pay cause these nine mil'uh mills quick to mop'uh

Wack a snitch off take ya life off the whoppa choppa

Get the choppa put the mask on, nobody gon' live knock knock

Get my blast on, all up in your grill

All a nigguh wanted dawg was a piece of the pie, pie

But when my tone's in your face you say bye bye

[Outro: Project Pat]

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Now only weak niggas like to start bullshit'uh

Auto, au-au, automatic, when I aim you say bye bye

Automatic, when I aim you say bye bye