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Yeah it's Pat up in this
"Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it it's supposed to be
that 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 some good dope, smoke on good green
payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, for a fat blunt
Saw my caught me one slippin'
On the of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really it
He can be damn fool and get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track
pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean
That that I still live to get paid
Late night, all jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice or where it's hizot

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

I ran up in the put a tone to his head
the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was
So I in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the of Tennesse, until 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 as nigga I didn't even wear a mask

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

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

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