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Yeah it's Pat up in this
"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, give it up or shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake
fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my caught me one slippin'
On the of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on I didn't 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
up a dice game or where 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) my lucks up
A gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) I'm dead broke
A nigga gotta try
(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 a robbery nigga drop the bread
I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the of Tennesse, until I heard the news
Nigga should have to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony I should have in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even a mask

I guess you by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo
And have you runnin round like girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you they stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The on the Map
But too many hoods in The Haven to claim
So we gon all bring guns we all bring pain.

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You can do what ya do to 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 demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya pockets
Give me them rings and fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I start poppin it's me
I'm robbin

Slap on his 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 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 ring on ya
ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a shot shower