Try Somethin' Lyrics - Da Unbreakables - Three 6 Mafia

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 

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 

[Chorus: x2] 

(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 

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' 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. 

[Chorus: x2] 

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 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