[Verse 1: Project Pat]
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
Niggas ain't barin' that bullshit, make us clown
Down with the shit, call 1-8-7-kill-a-bitch
Thinkin' that you bulletproof but you'll end up in a ditch
Which one of you hoes thinkin' that you can't be got?
Nine times I caught you slippin', nine times the nine goes pop
Pop, pop, til' you drop, body full of bullet holes
Where the hollow point shells layin', mayne? Nobody knows
I suppose, niggas try to estimate the triple six
They don't shoot at fiends, they shoot you and I'm with the shit
Trick-ass, slow-ass niggas doin' pistol play
When you pull yo' pistol, motherfucker, that's where you gon' lay
I'ma say this to the niggas with the problems
Step up to the Patsta, bitch, and I'ma solve 'em
Most of you foolish-ass niggas like to ride deep
Tiptoein' on yo' ass, nigga, it's like hide and seek
When I creep, best believe that it's for a revenge kill
Niggas from the neighborhood, yeah, mane, they know the deal
See I'm real, 'cause I'll look yo' ass dead in the eye
When I put the TEC in yo' face, bitch, say goodbye
[Chorus: Dope-E]
This ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I—
This ain't no game
[Verse 2: D.O.N.]
I'm quick to freak like a maniac
As I cock the handle back
Nigga, I'm for real
Your cap I will peel
I grabs a nigga, I crack his dome
The blood be drippin' from the handle of my tone
'Cause, mane, I'm a naughty nigga
I gots to pull back the trigger
And watch yo' blood skeet like juice
'Cause bitch, you ain't bulletproof
I'm down for 211 don't make it a 187
See murder is a hobby, mane, and Lil' Don is insane
[Verse 3: S.O.G.]
But this ain't no game nigga, how in the fuck you figure?
You try to punkin' us you'll feel the blast of my trigger
Straight from the honeycomb, smokin' on the sack
I got my weapon, cock it back, then the bodies stack
I'm the sawed-off, Gi-gi-di-g-Gangsta
To you shanksters, lanksters and pranksters
Come and try yo' luck if you think your nuts are bigger
Down with my nigga Pat, this ain't no game, nigga
[Chorus: Dope-E]
This ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I—
This ain't no game
[Outro: Gangsta Pat, Willie D, Scarface, Ice Cube & Flavor Flav & ?]
Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
But if you run up, I'll put a gun upside your fuckin' head
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
You, you ain't, you, you, you ain't no gangster
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Stay off his dick
Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Punk, punk, punk ass nigga
Shoot-shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Fuck all y'all
Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Shoot his ass down with the pump
Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Holdin' a MAC-10, then I'm attackin'
Sh-shootin' motherfuck-fuck-fuck-, fuck-fuckers
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