[Project Pat - on the phone]
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Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
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Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
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Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
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Handle that baby
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[Project Pat]
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Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
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Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
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Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
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Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
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Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
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Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
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Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
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On the side of the club takin' a pissin'
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No mask on face I didn't really need it
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He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
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Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
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Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
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No one saw me made clean getaway
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That means that I still live to get paid
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Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
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Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot
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[Hook: Crunchy Blac - repeat 2X]
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(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
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A nigga gotta try something
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(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up
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A nigga gotta try something
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(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke
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A nigga gotta try something
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(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
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A nigga gotta try something
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[Juicy "J"]
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I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
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Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
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Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
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So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
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the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news
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nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
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most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
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I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a mask
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[DJ Paul]
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I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
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My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
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They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
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and have you runnin round like college girls exposed
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My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped
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beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
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But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim
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so we gon all bring guns we gon' all bring pain.
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[Hook x2](cruchy blac)
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[Cruchy Blac]
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You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
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it's CB and mane I ain't playin
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Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand
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I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin
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me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets
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give me them rings and that fuckin' watch n you
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betta listen up before I start poppin it's me again
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I'm constantly robbin
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[Lord Infamous]
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Slap on his block wit the glock
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and lock'em down to the rocks
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fiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip him
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down his socks, grab and feel this 44
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hopin' steam right off this scope
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and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
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ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies
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now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
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either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
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Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower
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Try Somethin
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| Three 6 Mafia |
