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

Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya son
Anybody wit the loot, it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat
Saw my victim me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a
No mask on face I didn't need it
He can be fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me clean getaway
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 niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
A gotta try something
(I'm a rob me niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead
A gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try

I ran up in the bank put a to his head
the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas to ride
the of Tennesse, until I heard the news
Nigga should have went to Mexico, my was on the tube
Most wanted for a 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 valley are down and gonna
They robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin round college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin'
Beside DJ Paul they put The on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The to claim
So we gon all guns we gon' all bring pain.

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You can do what ya do to ya ass in
It's CB and I ain't playin
Wit in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a it to ya body, and start demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya pockets
Give me them and that fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I start poppin me again
I'm robbin

Slap on his wit the glock
And lock'em down to the
Fiendin' for his knot in his strip him
his socks, grab and feel this 44
Hopin' steam right off this
And I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya
Either ya me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the and let you take a buck shot shower