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

Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya son
wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on good green
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 club a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really it
He can be fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me clean getaway
means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's

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(I'm a rob me niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my 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 try something

I ran up in the bank put a to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery nigga the bread
Then I ran like a bitch 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 face was on the
Most wanted for a felony I should have in class
I was a stupid as nigga I even wear a mask

I guess you know by now the BHZ do not
My valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo
And have you runnin like college girls exposed
My niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul put The Haven on the Map
But it's too hoods in The Haven to claim
So we gon all bring guns we gon' all 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 Muthafuckin 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 robbin

on his block wit the glock
And lock'em down to the
Fiendin' for his knot in his pocket 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 hood on ya
Now ya gotta drop off them and that ring on ya pankies
ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you a buck shot shower