Project Pat, S.O.G. - This Ain’t No Game lyrics

North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood
Orange Mound
Niggas ain't buyin' that bullshit
Make us clown
Down with the shit, call 1-8-7-kill-a-bitch
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 niggas try to
Estimate the triple six
They don't shoot at fiends, they shoot you
And I'm with the shit
Trick ass, soft ass niggas doin' pistol play
When you pull yo pistol, motherfucker
That's where you gon' lay
I'ma say this to the niggas with the problems
Step up to the Patsta, bitch
And I'ma solve them
Most of you foolish ass niggas like to ride
Be tip-toe'in on yo ass, nigga
It's like hide and seek when I creep
Best believe that it's for a revenge kill
Niggas 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, bitch
Say goodbye

This ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga
I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga
I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga
I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I
This ain't no game

Quick to freak like a maniac as
I cock the handle back
Nigga, I'm for real, your cap I will peel
I grabs a nigga, I crack his dome
The blood be drippin' from the
Handle of my tome
Cause, mane, I'm a naughty nigga
I gots to pull back the trigger
And watch yo blood skeet
Like juice, 'cause, bitch
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 nigga
How in the fuck 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 cock 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 nigga Pat, this no game nigga

This ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga
I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga
I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game nigga
I don't fuck around
This ain't no game nigga, I
This ain't no game

Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin'
They run shit
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
But if you run up
I'll put a gun upside your fuckin' head
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
You, you ain't, you, you
You ain't no gangsta
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Feel this dick
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Punk, punk, punk ass nigga!
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Fuck all y'all
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Shoot his ass down with the pump
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
That I'm attackin'
Shootin' motherfufuckers at point-blank range