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Pistol packin, never slackin, b**h k**a
Pistol packin, never slackin, b**h smackin k**a
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
As I slip into the back of my mind
And thinkin of gettin caught man how could I do the time
The crime is a murder heard you f**in with my nig
The magnum's gonna serve ya, b**h I'm fixin to split your wig
I'm thinkin out ways to get lose without a trace
You see without a pistol man they do not have a case
Erasin a fool wait until he leaves the house
Walkin around his corner ride by and takin him out
The box on the blocks police ride up on the scene
Witnesses saw the shots and I know they heard her scream
Redeem me the testimonies would not even last
In court because everybody they saw wore a mask
The blast from the gun was the hollow point tips
The kind that leave you dead in a damn perfect hit
I trips off a fool tryin me on the for realla
He's f**in with a pistol packin, b**h smackin k**a
Chorus 4x
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
As I ride through the hood with some undisputed n***as
Pain sellin, dope smokin, cold-blooded k**ers
Trigga, my n***a from the north Frayser area
Down with the Patster causin ma** hysteria
Well ever stoked out best we leave with no doubt
Ridin through the other side ready to take a punk out
Assed out s**er types you gonna learn your lesson
Let me see your gangsta friends shootin Smith and Wessons
Testin the clan just to see if you can get enough
You's a foolish man I'll be damned if we don't f** you up
So wha**up with your posse with your f**in game punk
f**in with these hitmen you gonna get your a** dumped
Pop the trunk, get your pump, let's see what you made of
Watch me k** a b**h with a .38 bullet slug
Sell your d** I don't care if you a dope dealer
Best pack a pistol b**h cause I'm a k**er
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[Verse 3: Juicy J]
You say I need to take care of my business
Well why are you p**y-eatin motherf**ers in it
You about to witness a mafia called Triple 6
Real n***as that don't fall all over bullsh**
I'm tired of these motherf**ers lickin and my Joesta
Let me ride up on ya with the tec and Imma show ya
You don't know me well punk b**h n***a bring it on
n***as dont fight no more junk n***as carry tones
I tried to be done at first now I'm just another devil
Walkin with a psychotic mind and a piece of metal
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