This Ain’t No Game lyrics

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Project Pat


[Verse 1: Project Pat]
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
n*ggas ain't buyin' that bullsh*t, make us clown
Down with the sh*t, call 1-8-7-kill-a-b*tch
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, til' you drop, body full of bullet holes
Where the hollow paint shells layin' mane, nobody knows
I suppose n*ggas try to estimate the triple six
They don't shoot at fiends, they shoot you, and I'm with the sh*t
Trick ass, soft ass n*ggas doin' pistol play
When you pull yo pistol, motherf*cker, that's where you gon' lay
I'ma say this to the n*ggas with the problems
Step up to the Patsta, b*tch, and I'ma solve them
Most of you foolish ass n*ggas like to ride
Be tip-toe'in on yo ass, n*gga, it's like hide and seek
When I creep, best believe that it's for a revenge kill
n*ggas from the neighborhood, yeah, mane, they know the deal
See I'm real 'cause I'll look yo ass dead in the eye
When I put the tec in yo face, b*tch, say goodbye

[Chorus]
This ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
[Verse 2: (S.O.G.)]
Quick to freak like a maniac as I c*ck the handle back
n*gga, I'm for real, your cap I will peel
I grabs a n*gga, I crack his dome
The blood be drippin' from the handle of my tome
Cause, mane, I'm a naughty n*gga, I gots to pull back the trigger
And watch yo blood skeet like juice, 'cause, b*tch, you ain't bulletproof
I'm down for 211, don't make it a 187
See murder's the hobby, mane, and lil Don is insane
But this ain't no game n*gga, how in the f*ck you figure?
You try punkin' us you'll feel the blast of my trigger
Straight from the honeycomb, smoking on the sack
I got my rep and c*ck it back, then the bodies stack
I'm the sawed-off eager to get gangsta
To you shankstas, lankstas and prankstas
Come and try yo luck if you think ya nuts are bigger
Down with my n*gga Pat, this no game n*gga

[Chorus]
This ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
[Outro]
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
I'm sick of motherf*ckers thinkin' they run sh*t
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
But if you run up, I'll put a gun upside your f*ckin' head
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
You, you ain't, you, you, you ain't no gangsta
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
Feel this di*k
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
Punk, punk, punk ass n*gga!
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
f*ck all y'all
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
Shoot his ass down with the pump
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
[?] that I'm attackin'
Shootin' motherfuf*ckers at point-blank range
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