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

one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma
Bow down M-town, niggaz to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Junt
fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one
On the side of the takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really it
He can be damn fool and he'll get
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' a track star
pumpin' fast 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 game or where it's

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(I'm a rob me some niggaz) I'm fucked up
A gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my up
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm 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 put a tone to his head
the clerk 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 to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the
Nigga should went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I even wear a mask

I you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are and gonna spray
They still robbin' and jackin' fo yo clothes
And you runnin round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they strapped
Beside DJ Paul put The Haven on the Map
But it's too hoods in The Haven 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
It's CB and mane I ain't
Wit in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and demandin
Me muthafuckin out ya fuckin pockets
Give me them rings and that watch n you
Betta up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm robbin

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