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

one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, like to ride clean
Snort on some dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake
Lookin' fo' a big lick, for a fat blunt
Saw my caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club a pissin'
No on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn and he'll get heated
Point blank, bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me clean getaway
That means that I still to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the
Breakin up a game or where it's hizot

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

I ran up in the bank put a to his head
Told the clerk a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I the news
Nigga have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a I should have stayed in class
I was a as nigga I didn't even wear a mask

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

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You can do ya do to keep ya ass in
CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start
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 constantly

on his block wit the glock
And lock'em to the rocks
Fiendin' for his knot in his pocket him
Down his socks, and feel this 44
Hopin' steam right off scope
And I let him smoke If I go in ya and ya broke
Ya got a lotta 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 gotta pump the and let you take a buck shot shower