[Verse 1: Project Pat]
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
n***as ain't barrin' that bullsh** make n***as clown
Down with the sh** called 1-8-7 k**a b**h
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 n***as try to estimate the triple six
They don't shoot at fiends they shoot you and I'm with the sh**
Trick a**, soft a** n***as doin' pistol play
When you pull yo pistol motherf**er that's where you gon lay
I'm a say this to the n***as with the problems
Step up to the Patsta b**h and I'm a solve them
Most of you foolish a** n***as like to ride, be
Tip-toein on you a** n***a it's like hide and seek
When I creep best believe that It's foor a revenge k**
n***as from the neighborhood, yeah mane they know the deal
See I'm real cause I'll look yo a** dead in the eye
When I put the tec to yo face b**h say goodbye
(Chorus 2x)
This ain't no game n***a I don't f** around
This ain't no game n***a, this ain't no game
[Verse 2: (S.O.G.)]
Quick to freak like a maniac
As I co*k the handle back
n***a I'm for real
Your cap I will peal
I grab a n***a
I crack his dome
The blood be drippin
From the handle of my tome
Cause mane I'm a naughty n***a
I have to pull back the trigga
And watch yo blood skeet like juice
Cause b**h 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 n***a
How in the f** 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 co*k 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 n***a Pat this no game n***a
Chorus 2x
Shootin' motherf**ers at point-blank range (8x)