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project pat – bitch smackin killa lyrics

[(chorus) 3x]
pistol packin, never slackin, b-tch killa
pistol packin, never slackin, b-tch 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 f-ckin with my nig
the magnum’s gonna serve ya, b-tch 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 d-mn perfect hit
i trips off a fool tryin me on the for realla
he’s f-ckin with a pistol packin, b-tch smackin killa

[chorus 4x]

as i ride through the hood with some undisputed n-gg-s
pain sellin, dope smokin, cold-blooded killers
trigga, my n-gg- from the north frayser area
down with the patster causin m-ss hysteria
well ever stoked out best we leave with no doubt
ridin through the other side ready to take a punk out
-ssed 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 d-mned if we don’t f-ck you up
so wh-ssup with your posse with your f-ckin game punk
f-ckin with these hitmen you gonna get your -ss dumped
pop the trunk, get your pump, let’s see what you made of
watch me kill a b-tch with a .38 bullet slug
sell your drugs i don’t care if you a dope dealer
best pack a pistol b-tch cause i’m a killer

[chorus 2x]

you say i need to take care of my business
well why are you p-ssy-eatin motherf-ckers in it
you about to witness a mafia called triple 6
real n-gg-s that don’t fall all over bullsh-t
i’m tired of these motherf-ckers lickin and my joesta
let me ride up on ya with the tec and imma show ya
you don’t know me well punk b-tch n-gg- bring it on
n-gg-s dont fight no more junk n-gg-s 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

[chorus 4x]

- project pat lyrics

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