Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat - Try Somethin’ lyrics
[Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat - Try Somethin’ lyrics]
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown"
"North North" three 6 Mafia fin a rip it
Like it's supposed to be handle that shit
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot
Give it up or I'mma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggas like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope
Smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick
Fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank
Runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate
Out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean getaway
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot
(I'm a rob me some niggas) Mane I'm fucked up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggas) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggas)
Mane I'm dead broke
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggas)
Plus I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try something
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery
Nigga drop the bread then I ran like a bitch
When my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car
Mashed the gas start to ride
The westside of Tennesse
Until I heard the news
Nigga should have went to Mexico
My face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony I
Should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I
Didn't even wear a mask
I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggas and
Jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin round
Like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggas you knowin'
They stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim
So we gon all bring guns
We gon' all bring pain
You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
It's CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets
Give me them rings and that
Fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I start
Poppin it's me again i'm constantly robbin
Slap him on his block wit the Glock
And lock him down to the rocks
Fiendin' for his knot in his pocket
Strip him Down his socks
Grab and feel this 44
Hopin' steam right off this scope
And I let him smoke If I go
In ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin'
My hood on ya twankies
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches
And that ring on ya pinkies
Either ya give me ya green, ya pills
And ya powda or I gotta pump the gauge
And let you take a buck shot shower
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown"
"North North" three 6 Mafia fin a rip it
Like it's supposed to be handle that shit
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot
Give it up or I'mma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggas like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope
Smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick
Fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank
Runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate
Out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean getaway
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot
(I'm a rob me some niggas) Mane I'm fucked up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggas) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggas)
Mane I'm dead broke
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggas)
Plus I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try something
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery
Nigga drop the bread then I ran like a bitch
When my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car
Mashed the gas start to ride
The westside of Tennesse
Until I heard the news
Nigga should have went to Mexico
My face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony I
Should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I
Didn't even wear a mask
I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggas and
Jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin round
Like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggas you knowin'
They stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim
So we gon all bring guns
We gon' all bring pain
You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
It's CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets
Give me them rings and that
Fuckin' watch n you
Betta listen up before I start
Poppin it's me again i'm constantly robbin
Slap him on his block wit the Glock
And lock him down to the rocks
Fiendin' for his knot in his pocket
Strip him Down his socks
Grab and feel this 44
Hopin' steam right off this scope
And I let him smoke If I go
In ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin'
My hood on ya twankies
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches
And that ring on ya pinkies
Either ya give me ya green, ya pills
And ya powda or I gotta pump the gauge
And let you take a buck shot shower