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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 shit |
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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 |
