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