Three 6 Mafia - Try Somethin (feat. Project Pat) Lyrics
[Project Pat - on the phone]Yeah it's Project Pat up in thisRepresentin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to beHandle that shit[Project Pat]Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack sonAnybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shootBow down M-town, niggaz like to ride cleanSnort on some good dope, smoke on some good greenFriday payday, so I'm at the Shake JuntLookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat bluntSaw my victim caught me one slippin'On the side of the club takin' a pissin'No mask on face I didn't really need itHe can be damn fool and he'll get heatedPoint blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track starHeart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jarNo one saw me made clean getawayThat means that I still live to get paidLate night, all night jackin on the spizotBreakin up a dice game or where it's hizot[Hook: Crunchy Blac - repeat 2X](I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm *****ed upA nigga gotta try something(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks upA nigga gotta try something(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead brokeA nigga gotta try something(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dopeA nigga gotta try something[Juicy "J"]I ran up in the bank put a tone to his headTold the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the breadThen I ran like a ***** when my folks was outsideSo I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the newsnigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tubemost wanted for a felony I should have stayed in classI was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a mask[DJ Paul]I guess you know by now the BHZ do not playMy ***** valley are down and gonna sprayThey still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothesand have you runnin round like college girls exposedMy Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strappedbeside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the MapBut it's too many hoods in The Haven to claimso we gon all bring guns we gon' all bring pain.[Hook x2](cruchy blac)[Cruchy Blac]You can do what ya do to keep ya ass init's CB and mane I ain't playinWit pistol in my Mutha*****in right handI'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandinme mutha*****in money out ya *****in pocketsgive me them rings and that *****in' watch n youbetta listen up before I start poppin it's me againI'm constantly robbin[Lord Infamous]Slap on his block wit the glockand lock'em down to the rocksfiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip himdown his socks, grab and feel this 44hopin' steam right off this scopeand I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya brokeya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankiesnow ya gotta drop off them *****es and that ring on ya pankieseither ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powdaOr I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower
