Feed Me
This Ain’t No Game
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
N***as 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 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 them
Most of you foolish ass n***as like to ride
Be tip-toe'in 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]
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: (S.O.G.)]
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 tome
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's the hobby, mane, and lil Don is insane
But this ain't no game n***a, 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 n***a Pat, this no game n***a

[Chorus]
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]
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 n***a!
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