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Yeah it's Project Pat up in
"Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it 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 ride
on some good 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 a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't need it
He can be damn and he'll get heated
Point blank, bank, runnin' like a track star
pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean
That means that I still live to get
night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or it's hizot

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

I ran up in the put a tone to his head
Told the clerk a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to
the westside of Tennesse, I heard the news
should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in
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' and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin round like girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The on the Map
But it's too many 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
It's CB and mane I playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and demandin
Me muthafuckin out ya fuckin pockets
me them rings and that fuckin' watch n you
Betta up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm constantly

Slap on his wit the glock
And down to the rocks
Fiendin' for his knot in his strip him
Down his socks, and feel this 44
Hopin' steam off this scope
And I let him smoke If I go in ya and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my on ya twankies
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches and ring on ya pankies
Either ya me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you a buck shot shower