This Ain’t No Game

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Project Pat] North Memphis, South Memphis Westwood, Orange Mound Niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas doin' pistol play When you pull yo pistol, motherfucker, that's where you gon' lay I'ma say this to the niggas with the problems Step up to the Patsta, bitch, and I'ma solve 'em Most of you foolish ass niggas like to ride deep Tiptoein' on yo' ass, nigga, it's like hide and seek When I creep, best believe that it's for a revenge kill Niggas 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 nigga, I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, I— This ain't no game This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, I— This ain't no game This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, I— This ain't no game This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, I— This ain't no game [Verse 2: D.O.N.] Im quick to freak like a maniac, as I cock the handle back Nigga, I'm for real, your cap I will peel I grabs a nigga, I crack his dome The blood be drippin', from the handle of my tone 'Cause, mane, I'm a naughty nigga, 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 nigga, 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 nigga Pat, this ain't no game, nigga [Chorus: Dope-E] This ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, I— This ain't no game This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, I— This ain't no game This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, I— This ain't no game This, this ain't no game nigga, I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, 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 nigga 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 At-at-at-at-at-at- point-point-point-point-p-p-po-point P-p-p-poi-point blank-blank-ra-ra-ra-ra-r-r-ra-range