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Yeah Project 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, it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride
on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat
Saw my victim caught me one
On the side of the club a pissin'
No mask on face I really need it
He can be damn and he'll 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
That means that I still live to get
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 gotta try
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) I'm dead broke
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try

I ran up in the bank put a to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas to ride
the of Tennesse, until I heard the news
Nigga should have to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony I 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 pussy valley are down and gonna
They still niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' stayin' strapped
Beside DJ they put The Haven on the Map
But too many hoods 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 ain't
Wit in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start
Me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin
me them 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
Fiendin' for his knot in his pocket him
Down his socks, and feel this 44
Hopin' steam right off scope
And I let him If I go in ya pockets 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 me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower