[Chorus: Project Pat & M.C. Mack]
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where, whe-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Whe-whe-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes)

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
It seems like I might not even make it out here on these bricks
Might have to murder a trick, might have to kill a bitch
Maybe they gon' lock me up for dope ass lyrics that I spit
Like they did my n***a C-Bo, stressin' gangsta shit
Look into the pit of my eyes, feel my anger
Seventeen rounds out the clip, through the chamber
I heard you cowards, mane, would love to see me and my n***as
Die a violent death from a gun, your hand on the trigger
N***a you can do whatever the fuck you think you need
Snort you up some lines to build your heart, I'm gon' hit this weed
I procede, hoe, I'll die for mine, I'm ready to catch a caper
Most my n***as either on parole or some kinda paper
Fakers out here, mane, they hate real n***as with a passion
Project ain't yo' friend, motherfucker, label me assassin
Strictly blastin', casting', bitch; made n***as straight to hell
Fuck them laws, 'cause if I get caught, I ain't scared of jail
[Chorus: Project Pat & M.C. Mack]
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where, whe-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Whe-whe-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes)

[Verse 2: Scan Man]
Please don't test these murderers
Buckshot slugs to your mug, ate your skin up with no love
It is I, the almighty Scan Man, from the Killa Klan
Insane in the brain, still throwin' bodies off the train
In the sky, mystic, black; time for a rib clench
On my victim be'cause he tested, madness
And my TEC-9 got me aimin' at your spine
My .357 blast and at the written right on time
They never find your body parts, buried in my backyard
Daddy's hanging from a tree, granny has no fucking spleen
Mommy's in the garden, pregnant, fixin' up the soil
So I took my knife and ripped her fetus out so it was for
No more, her bustas' rip a rim around the chest
Now it's me with the anna that put you hoes to rest
But they call me crazy 'cause I said I ripped her fetus out her belly
It's not that I'm a psychotic, I'm just takin' cares of my business
[Chorus: Project Pat & M.C. Mack]
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where, whe-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Whe-whe-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes)

[Verse 3: M.C. Mack]
Hopped off in my Toyo' with Carlo on chrome thangs
These bustas must (back-up), and bitches must (Maintain)
The Mack, I gotta express myself
And break it on down for these folks that don't hear me, though
Counterfeit smile, Mack-hater you ain't wild
Triple Six and Killa Klan got them thangs to your temple
Why these smoked up bitches all upset, is it 'cause it went state to state?
Getting calls from a broad that I fucked in the past
Still mad 'cause your name got exposed on tape
Murder, murder, rizzedrum, the outcome left a body numb
Puttin' it down for all the Macks, with a killer in-track with fire arms
I see your jealous envy from them diamonds glistenin' around my neck
From trick to treat, we done played your bitch, smokin' green, stackin' G's
From morning checks; purse first, ass last
You wanna know who's under the mask
Another dirty thug from the South, and I'm breakin' backs
I'm chiefin' like an Indian, and the dust, that's the type of stage I'm in
Still blastin' with this yawk, come say hello to my little friend
From the streets of Memphis to the world, this clique done hit the top
Go pop, pop, straight from the Glock 'til your blood clots
M.C. Mack, and I got
[Chorus: Project Pat & M.C. Mack]
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the h-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the holl-where-whe-where the hollow---
Whe-where the hollow-where the hollow---
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
Where the-where the hollow-point shells land? Mane, nobody knows
(Pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)

[Outro: M.C. Mack]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, n***a
(Pure anna for you hoes)
Killa Ho Fuckin' Klan
(Pure anna for you hoes)
You know, mane, Pure Anna
(Pure anna for you hoes)
Scan Man, M.C. motherfuckin' Mack
(Pure anna for you hoes)
Project Pat, you hear that? Know I'm sayin'
(Pure anna for you hoes)
Down South, n***a, the fuck know I'm talkin' 'bout?
(Pure anna for you hoes)
N***as in this thang
(Pure anna for you hoes)
Got pure anna for you hoes, know I'm sayin'
(Pure anna for you hoes)
Bring this shit to the door, n***a
(Pure anna for you hoes)
The fuck you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
(Pure anna for you hoes)