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Yeah it's Project Pat up in
"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
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma
Bow M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat
Saw my victim caught me one
On the side of the club a pissin'
No on face I didn't really need it
He can be fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean
That means that I live to get paid
night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a game or where it's hizot

x2]
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm up
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) my lucks up
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) I'm dead 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 bitch when my 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
Most wanted for a felony I have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I even wear a mask

I guess you by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and fo yo clothes
And have you round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' 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 guns we gon' all bring pain.

x2]

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

Slap on his block wit the
And down to the rocks
Fiendin' for his in his pocket strip him
Down his socks, and feel 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 bitches and that ring on ya
Either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot