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

Jack one, one, run off wit ya sack son
wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to 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 victim caught me one
On the side of the club takin' a
No mask on I didn't really need it
He can be fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' a track star
Heart fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me clean getaway
That means that I live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the
Breakin up a dice game or where it's

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

I ran up in the bank put a tone to his
Told the clerk this a 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 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 didn't even 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 knowin' they stayin'
DJ Paul they 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 mane I playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and demandin
Me money out ya fuckin pockets
Give me them rings and fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I poppin it's me again
I'm constantly

Slap on his wit the glock
And lock'em down to the
for his knot in his pocket strip him
Down his socks, grab and this 44
Hopin' right off this 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 on ya pankies
Either ya me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower