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Yeah it's Project Pat up in
"Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's to be
Handle shit

Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or shoot
Bow M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on good dope, smoke on some good green
payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one
On the side of the takin' a pissin'
No on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track
Heart pumpin' like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean
means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or it's hizot

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(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm up
A gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) my lucks up
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of
A nigga gotta try

I ran up in the bank put a tone to his
Told the clerk a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to
the westside of Tennesse, I heard the news
Nigga should have to Mexico, my face was on the tube
wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even a mask

I guess you know by now the BHZ do not
My pussy are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo
And have you round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The on the Map
But it's too many in The Haven to claim
So we gon all bring guns we all bring pain.

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You can do what ya do to ya ass in
It's CB and mane I playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin
Give me them and that fuckin' watch n you
listen up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm constantly

Slap on his wit the glock
And down to the rocks
Fiendin' for his knot in his pocket him
Down his socks, grab and feel 44
Hopin' steam off this scope
And I let him If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a lotta rollin' my hood on ya twankies
Now ya gotta off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
Either ya me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shower