Bitch Smackin’ Killa Project Pat (Ft. Juicy J)

[Intro: Lyrical Dope]
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killer, killer
Pistol-pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer

[Chorus: Lyrical Dope]
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killer, killer
Pistol-pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killer, killer
Pistol-pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
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 fuckin' with, my nig
The magnum's gonna' serve you, bitch, I'm finna split your wig
I figure 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 leave the house
Walkin' around his corner, ride-by takin' him out
The box on the blocks, police ride up on the scene
Witnesses saw the shots, and I know they heard a 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 damn perfect hit
I trips off a fool tryin' me on the for real-ah
He's fuckin' with a pistol packin', bitch smackin' killa