Dj Paul - b**h Smackin' k**a lyrics

(Chorus) 3x 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 Chorus 2x [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 Chorus 4x