Bitch Smackin Killa - Project Pat

Pistol packin, never slackin, bitch killa

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

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

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 dont 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