[Hook: Project Pat (DJ Paul & Juicy J)]
(Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
(Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
(Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
(Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
[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 nigga C-Bo, stressing 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 niggas
Die a violent death from a gun, your hand on the trigger
Nigga 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 niggas either on parole or some kinda paper
Fakers out here, mane, they hate real niggas with a passion
Project ain't yo' friend, motherfucker, label me assassin
Strictly blastin', casting', bitch; made niggas straight to hell
Fuck them laws, cause if I get caught, I ain't scared of jail
(Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
(Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
(Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
(Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
[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 nigga C-Bo, stressing 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 niggas
Die a violent death from a gun, your hand on the trigger
Nigga 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 niggas either on parole or some kinda paper
Fakers out here, mane, they hate real niggas with a passion
Project ain't yo' friend, motherfucker, label me assassin
Strictly blastin', casting', bitch; made niggas straight to hell
Fuck them laws, cause if I get caught, I ain't scared of jail
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