[Project Pat]
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
^!$$%s ain't barrin' that bull%#@! make ^!$$%s clown

Down with the %#@! called 1-8-7 killa (*##$
Thinkin' that you bulletproof but you'll end up in a ditch
Which one of you ho's thinking that you can't be got

Nine times I caught you slippin
Nine times the nine go pop pop pop till you drop
Body full of bulletholes

Where the hollow paint shells layin mane noboby knows
I suppose ^!$$%s try to estimate the triple six
They don't shoot at fiends they shoot you and I'm with the %#@!

Trick $$#, soft $$# ^!$$%s doin' pistol play
When you pull yo pistol mother$#&@er that's where you gon lay
I'm a say this to the ^!$$%s with the problems

Step up to the Patsta (*##$ and I'm a solve them
Most of you foolish $$# ^!$$%s like to ride, be
Tip-toein on you $$# ^!$$% it's like hide and seek

When I creep best believe that It's foor a revenge kill
^!$$%s from the neighborhood, yeah mane they know the deal
See I'm real cause I'll look yo $$# dead in the eye

When I put the tec to yo face (*##$ say goodbye

[Chorus x2]

This ain't no game ^!$$% I don't $#&@ around
This ain't no game ^!$$%, this ain't no game


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Quick to freak like a maniac
As I @@#! the handle back

^!$$% I'm for real
Your cap I will peal
I grab a ^!$$%

I crack his dome
The blood be drippin
From the handle of my tome

Cause mane I'm a naughty ^!$$%
I have to pull back the trigga
And watch yo blood skeet like juice

Cause (*##$ you ain't bulletproof
I'm down for 2 eleven
Don't make it a 1-8-7

See murder's the hobby mane
And lil Don is insane
This ain't no game ^!$$%

How in the $#&@ you figga
You try punkin' us you'll feel the blast out my trigga
Straight out the honeycomb, smoking on the sack

I got my rep and @@#! it back then the body stack
I'm the sawed-off eager to get gangsta
To you shankstas, lankstas and prankstas

Come and try yo luck if you thinking I'm a ???
Down with my ^!$$% Pat this no game ^!$$%


[Chorus x2]

Shootin' mother$#&@ers at point-blank range [x8]