[Verse 1: Project Pat]
North Memphis, South Memphis
Westwood, Orange Mound
N***as ain't barin' 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 hoes thinkin', that you can't be got?
Nine times I caught you slippin', nine times the nine goes pop
Pop, pop, til' you drop, body full of bullet holes
Where the hollow point shells layin' mane, nobody knows
I suppose, n***as 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 n***as doin' pistol play
When you pull yo pistol, motherfucker, that's where you gon' lay
I'ma say this to the n***as with the problems
Step up to the Patsta, bitch, and I'ma solve 'em
Most of you foolish ass n***as like to ride deep
Tiptoein' on yo' ass, n***a, it's like hide and seek
When I creep, best believe that it's for a revenge kill
N***as 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

[Chorus: Dope-E]
This ain't no game n***a, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game n***a, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n***a, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game n***a, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n***a, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game n***a, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n***a, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game n***a, I—
This ain't no game
[Verse 2: D.O.N.]
Im quick to freak like a maniac, as I cock the handle back
N***a, I'm for real, your cap I will peel
I grabs a n***a, I crack his dome
The blood be drippin', from the handle of my tone
'Cause, mane, I'm a naughty n***a, 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 is a hobby, mane, and Lil Don is insane

[Verse 3: S.O.G.]
But this ain't no game n***a, how in the fuck you figure?
You try to punkin' us you'll feel the blast of my trigger
Straight from the honeycomb, smokin' on the sack
I got my weapon, cock it back, then the bodies stack
I'm the sawed-off, Gi-gi-di-g-Gangsta
To you shanksters, lanksters and pranksters
Come and try yo' luck, if you think your nuts are bigger
Down with my n***a Pat, this ain't no game, n***a

[Chorus: Dope-E]
This ain't no game n***a, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game n***a, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n***a, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game n***a, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n***a, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game n***a, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n***a, I don't fuck around
This ain't no game n***a, I—
This ain't no game
[Outro: Gangsta Pat, Willie D, Scarface, Ice Cube & Flavor Flav & ?]
Shoot-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 gangster
Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Stay off his dick
Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Punk, punk, punk ass n***a
Shoot-shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Fuck all y'all
Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Shoot his ass down with the pump
Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range
Holdin' a MAC-10, then I'm attackin'
Sh-shootin' motherfuck-fuck-fuck-, fuck-fuckers
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