Try Somethin` Lyrics

Try Somethin`

Artist : Three 6 Mafia (feat. Project Pat)
Song : Try
Somethin'

[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 shit

[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, niggaz 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

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

[Juicy "J"]
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

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

[Crunchy Black]
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

[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
bitches 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