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

I ran up in the bank put a tone to his
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 have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in
I was a as nigga I didn't even wear a mask

I guess you know by now the BHZ do not
My pussy valley are down and gonna
They still robbin' and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin round like college girls
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 guns we all bring pain.

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You can do what ya do to ya ass in
CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right
I'm a stick it to ya body, and demandin
Me money out ya fuckin pockets
Give me rings and that fuckin' watch n you
listen up before I start poppin it's 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 this 44
Hopin' steam right off scope
And I let him If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my 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