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

one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to clean
on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat
Saw my victim caught me one
On the side of the club takin' a
No on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a star
Heart pumpin' like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made getaway
That means that I still to get paid
Late night, all jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice or where it's hizot

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(I'm a rob me some niggaz) I'm fucked up
A gotta try something
(I'm a rob me niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) I'm dead broke
A gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of
A gotta 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 a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, I heard 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 valley are and gonna spray
They still niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you they stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to
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 ain't
Wit pistol in my right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start
Me money out ya fuckin pockets
Give me them rings and that fuckin' n you
Betta listen up before I poppin it's me again
I'm robbin

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