2x[Chorus]
Now only weak n**uhs like to start bullsh**'uh
Now only weak n**uhs like to start bullsh**'uh
Auto Au Au Automatic when I aim you say bye bye
Automatic when I aim you say bye bye
[DJ Paul]
Ruthless
That was my style as a juvenile
I ran with gangs n**uhs I slanged
But in the meanwhile
I hang with b.a.z 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 gla**es
We quick to sneak
And put you to sleep like a certa mattress
You soft like p**y
So i guess thats why you smell like one
b**h f** alone
You better go and get your f**ing gun
I'll have you begging for a double dose of percoscent
Your money bank if i touch you
And you dont 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 f** n**uh
n**uhs dont f** with you n**uh
You donny brasco
Need to cali coat n**uh
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]
I'ma start this one off with a toss from mah n**uh 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 motherf**er layin smack down
Crackin down on you punk n**uhs talkin to much gang
Snortin all your dope up claiming that you in the game
False flaggin b**hes, i'll catch you outta hell
If forman a** snitches protection fees in jail
What you pay dead body lay once the bullets spray
Round the way with the sk edward norten lay
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' hear knock knock
Get my blast on
All up in your grill
All a n**uh wanted dawg was a piece of the pie pie
But when my tones in your face you say bye bye
[Project Pat]
n**uhs love to see this hate on the ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by them boys in blues
He must be guilty of sin send his a** to the pen
God have mercy on his boys so i'm back here again
n**uhs lie to they dawgs bout the sh** that they do
Point blank range one in chain when i aim staraight at you
When i squeez on this trigguh its uh ooh spaghetti o's
The holo hit you and the bloody run down your nose
Kidnap a s**uh put the duck tape around his mouth
A snitching f**er and he knows whos i'm talkin bout
The nina popping and i'll put you permandisly
Push you in river with some bricks wrapped around your feet
Cause when its ana' best believe we gon' bring the heat
With extra clips cause we do not except defeat
I'm busting rounds and your chest will see cave'uhment
Then get on down when your body hit pave'uhment
[Chorus]
[Project Pat]
Ho!