Three 6 Mafia Try Somethin' Lyrics

[Project Pat - on the phone]
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle that s___

[Project Pat]
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, n____z 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 p___in'
No mask on face I didn't really need it
He can be d___ fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, s_____ 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

[Hook: Crunchy Blac - repeat 2X]
(I'm a rob me some n____z) Mane I'm f___ed up
A n____ gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some n____z) Mane my lucks up
A n____ gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some n____z) Mane I'm dead broke
A n____ gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some n____z) Plus I'm out of dope
A n____ gotta try something

[Juicy "J"]
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery n____ drop the bread
Then I ran like a b____ 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
n____ 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 n____ I didn't even wear a mask

[DJ Paul]
I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My p____ valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' n____z and jackin' fo yo clothes
and have you runnin round like college girls exposed
My Tulane n____z 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.

[Hook x2](cruchy blac)

[Cruchy Blac]
You can do what ya do to keep ya a__ in
it's CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my m____fuckin right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin
me m____fuckin money out ya f___in pockets
give me them rings and that f___in' watch n you
betta listen up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm constantly robbin

[Lord Infamous]
Slap on his block wit the glock
and lock'em 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 b____es and that ring on ya pankies
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