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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
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 like to ride
Snort on some good dope, on some good green
payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one
On the side of the club takin' a
No mask on face I didn't need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get
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 I still live to get paid
night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where hizot

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

I ran up in the put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery 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, 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 as nigga I didn't even wear a mask

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

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You can do ya do to keep ya ass in
It's CB and I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right
I'm a it to ya body, and start demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya pockets
Give me rings and that fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I start poppin it's me
I'm robbin

on his block wit the glock
And lock'em down to the
Fiendin' for his knot in his strip him
his socks, grab and feel this 44
Hopin' steam right off this
And I let him If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a nuts rollin' my hood 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 take a buck shot