Polluted Paradise lyrics

[Intro: Project Pat]
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, smokin' on the sack
I got my rep and c*ck it back, then the bodies stack
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, smokin' on the sack
I got my rep and c*ck it back, then the bodies stack
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, smokin' on the sack
I got my rep and c*ck it back, then the bodies stack

[Verse 1: Chetta]
Fill up my cup to the tip, it's a must
I'ma pour above the rim, 2Pac with the tuss
I could mix a combination, lil' 'Tech, lil' Act'
Show up deep like conversation, let me live, let me act
Real talk, vision vivid, I done seen body bags
Toe-for-toe with any victim, I done shook killers' hands
Talking money over grams, wrapping bricks up with saran
Couple homies off the tan, air you out, you a fan
Hmm, well I'll be God damned
But God don't exist so I guess it's just damn
From a whole 'nother planet
Hoppin' out the Trans-Am, Smokey the Bandit
Swerv-swervin' in my spaceship
Dipping in my stash sh*t, they cannot relate sh*t
Never on no fake sh*t, lames wanna jump shift
Stack 'em up like 'roids, b*tch, bye
[Bridge: Project Pat]
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, smokin' on the sack
I got my rep and c*ck it back, then the bodies stack

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Swervin' in that 'burban
Couple murders make the bodies stack
Got a problem, then kill me
f*ckboy, you know it's as simple as that
Backpack with that black gat, black mask
Blow gas now I'm in the f*cking black trans
f*ck a cop, save the life of a black man
f*ck a opp, tip 'em up in a black van
Who am I? Boy, Lucifer in the flesh
Who are you? Just another closer 'to death
Straight out the 7th Ward
Me and $now Leopard trappin'
All the limbs we hackin'
From the f*cking bodies stackin'
The f*cking crazy manic
When I'm in the cut, don't panic

[Bridge: Project Pat]
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, smokin' on the sack
I got my rep and c*ck it back, then the bodies stack
[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]
b*tch, I be that ice-cold young white polar bear
Snatch your life so quick, try and hide, b*tch, I know you there
Focus on the glare, hoes know that I don't care
But they don't know I don't give a f*ck
Two bucks with the ducks, I'ma snort it up
Try and test my luck, I can never get enough
Out of f*ckin' drugs, now I'm 'bout to snatch blood
Leave you full of bugs, leave you full of f*ckin' slugs
See you on the carton when I'm fillin' up my mug
Gun tucked, man, you had to get plucked
Re-up, now I'm stuck f*cking ducking out
Truck stay parked in the yard, I ain't going now
You a sitting duck because whenever I run out of drugs again
I'ma find you and put you in the trunk
Now your ho getting f*cked from the back
While I'm crumbling this weed tryna roll a f*cking blunt

[Outro: Project Pat]
This ain't no game, n*gga