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Yeah it's Pat up in this
"Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's 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 to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good
payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat
Saw my caught me one slippin'
On the side of the takin' a pissin'
No on face I didn't really need it
He can be fool and he'll get heated
blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made getaway
That means that I live to get paid
night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where 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 niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A gotta 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 gotta try something

I ran up in the put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery drop the bread
I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, the gas start to ride
the of Tennesse, until I heard the news
Nigga should have went to Mexico, my was on the tube
wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I even wear a mask

I you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo
And have you runnin round like college girls
My Tulane niggaz you they stayin' strapped
Beside DJ they 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 what ya do to ya ass in
It's CB and mane I ain't
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start
Me money out ya fuckin pockets
Give me rings and that fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I poppin it's me again
I'm constantly

Slap on his block wit the
And down to the rocks
Fiendin' for his knot in his pocket him
his socks, grab and feel this 44
Hopin' steam off this scope
And I let him If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya
Now ya gotta drop off them and that ring on ya pankies
Either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya
Or I gotta pump the and let you take a buck shot shower