Project Pat, Juicy J - Bitch Smackin’ Killa lyrics

Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa

Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa

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 fuckin with my nig
The magnum's gonna serve ya
Bitch 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 fuckin with a pistol packin
Bitch smackin killa

Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa

As I ride through the hood
With some undisputed niggas
Pain sellin, dope smokin
Cold-blooded killers
Trigga, my nigga from the north Frayser area
Down with the Patster causin mass hysteria
Well ever stoked out best we
Leave with no doubt
Ridin through the other side ready
To take a punk out
Assed out sucker 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 fuck you up
So whassup with your posse with
Your fuckin game punk
Fuckin with these hitmen you gonna
Get your ass dumped
Pop the trunk, get your pump
Let's see what you made of
Watch me kill a bitch with a 38 bullet slug
Sell your drugs I don't care
If you a dope dealer
Best pack a pistol bitch cause I'm a killer

Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa

You say I need to take care of my business
Well why are you pussy-eatin
Motherfuckers in it
You about to witness a mafia called Triple 6
Real niggas that don't fall all over bullshit
I'm tired of these motherfuckers
Lickin and my Joesta
Let me ride up on ya with
The tec and Imma show ya
You don't know me well punk
Bitch nigga bring it on
Niggas don't fight no more
Junk niggas 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

Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa
Killa
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa