Текст песни Try Something

[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 , smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake joint
Lookin' fo' a big, fienin' fienin' 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 no one saw me made clean getaway
That that means that I still live to get paid
Late nights, 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 robber 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 Tennessee, 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 classThree 6 Mafia - Try Something - http://ru.motolyrics.com/three-6-mafia/try-something-lyrics.html
I was a stupid ass nigga I didn't even wear a mask

[DJ Paul]
I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley niggaz 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 name
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 man 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 and you
betta listen up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm constantly robbin

[Lord Infamous]
Slap'em on his block wit the glock
and lock'em down to the rocks
fienin' for his knot in his pocket strip him
down his socks, grab and stroke this 44
hopin' steam right off this scope
and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya
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

[Hook x2 (Crunchy Black)]