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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
wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good
payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat
Saw my caught me one slippin'
On the of the club takin' a pissin'
No on face I didn't really need it
He can be fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, like a track star
pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me clean getaway
That means that I still live to get
Late night, all jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where 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 some niggaz) my lucks up
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) 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 to his head
Told the clerk this a nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my 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 I didn't even wear a mask

I guess you know by now the BHZ do not
My pussy valley are down and spray
They still robbin' niggaz and fo yo clothes
And have you runnin round like college girls
My Tulane niggaz you 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 what ya do to ya ass in
CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start
Me money out ya fuckin pockets
Give me them rings and fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I start poppin it's me
I'm constantly

on his block wit the glock
And lock'em to the rocks
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 pockets and ya
Ya got a nuts rollin' 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