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Yeah it's 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
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride
Snort on some good dope, smoke on good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake
Lookin' fo' a big lick, for a fat blunt
Saw my caught me one slippin'
On the side of the takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get
Point blank, bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me clean getaway
That means that I live to get paid
Late night, all night on the spizot
Breakin up a game or where it's hizot

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

I ran up in the bank put a tone to his
Told the this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the
Nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the
Most wanted for a felony I should stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a

I guess you by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and spray
still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin round college girls exposed
My Tulane you knowin' they stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The to claim
So we gon all bring guns we gon' all 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 start
Me money out ya fuckin pockets
me them rings and that fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I start it's me again
I'm constantly

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