This Ain’t No Game lyrics

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
North Memphis, South Memphis
Westwood, Orange Mound
n*ggas ain't barin' that bullsh*t, make us clown
Down with the sh*t, call 1-8-7-kill-a-b*tch
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*ggas try to estimate the triple six
They don't shoot at fiends, they shoot you and I'm with the sh*t
Trick ass, soft ass n*ggas doin' pistol play
When you pull yo pistol, motherf*cker, that's where you gon' lay
I'ma say this to the n*ggas with the problems
Step up to the Patsta, b*tch, and I'ma solve 'em
Most of you foolish ass n*ggas like to ride deep
Tiptoein' on yo' ass, n*gga, it's like hide and seek
When I creep, best believe that it's for a revenge kill
n*ggas 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, b*tch, say goodbye

[Chorus: Dope-E]
This ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
[Verse 2: D.O.N.]
Im quick to freak like a maniac, as I c*ck the handle back
n*gga, I'm for real, your cap I will peel
I grabs a n*gga, I crack his dome
The blood be drippin', from the handle of my tone
'Cause, mane, I'm a naughty n*gga, I gots to pull back the trigger
And watch yo blood skeet like juice
'Cause, b*tch, 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*gga, how in the f*ck 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, c*ck 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*gga Pat, this ain't no game, n*gga

[Chorus: Dope-E]
This ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
This, this ain't no game n*gga, I don't f*ck around
This ain't no game n*gga, I—
This ain't no game
[Outro: Gangsta Pat, Willie D, Scarface, Ice Cube & Flavor Flav & ?]
Shoot-shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
I'm sick of motherf*ckers thinkin' they run sh*t
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
But if you run up, I'll put a gun upside your f*ckin' head
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
You, you ain't, you, you, you ain't no gangster
Shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
Stay off his di*k
Shoot-shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
Punk, punk, punk ass n*gga
Shoot-shoot-shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
f*ck all y'all
Shoot-shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
Shoot his ass down with the pump
Shoot-shootin' motherf*ckers at point-blank range
Holdin' a MAC-10, then I'm attackin'
Sh-shootin' motherf*ck-f*ck-f*ck-, f*ck-f*ckers
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