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Yeah it's Project Pat up in
"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, give it up or I'ma
Bow M-town, niggaz like to ride 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 victim caught me one
On the side of the club takin' a
No mask on face I really need it
He can be fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track
Heart pumpin' fast I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me clean getaway
That means that I still live to get
Late night, all night jackin on the
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 gotta try
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my up
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of
A nigga gotta try

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 when my folks was
So I jumped in the car, the gas start to ride
the of Tennesse, until I heard the news
should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a 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 niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you round like college girls exposed
My Tulane 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 we gon' all bring pain.

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You can do ya do to keep ya ass in
It's CB and I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin
Give me rings and that fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I start poppin it's me
I'm robbin

Slap on his block wit the
And lock'em down to the
Fiendin' for his knot in his strip him
his socks, grab and feel this 44
Hopin' right 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 drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower