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

Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya son
wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz to ride clean
Snort on some dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one
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, runnin' like a star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the jar
No one saw me made getaway
That means that I still live to get
Late night, all night 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 nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm 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
Told the this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a when my folks was outside
So I in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the
should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in
I was a stupid as I didn't even wear a mask

I guess you 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 round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they strapped
Beside DJ Paul put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The to claim
So we gon all bring guns we all bring pain.

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You can do ya do to keep 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 money out ya fuckin pockets
Give me them rings and that fuckin' n you
Betta listen up before I start it's me again
I'm robbin

Slap on his wit the glock
And lock'em to the rocks
Fiendin' for his knot in his strip him
Down his socks, and feel this 44
Hopin' steam right off this
And I let him smoke If I go in ya and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts 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 shot shower