Try Somethin - Three 6 Mafia

Jack one smack one

Run off wit ya sack son

Anybody wit the loot

Give it up or I'm shoot

Bow down M-town

Niggaz like to ride clean

Snort on some good d**e

Smoke on some good green

Friday payday so I'm at the Shake Junt

Lookin' for 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

Mane I'm f**ked up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane my lucks up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane I'm dead broke

A ni**a gotta try something

Plus I'm out of d**e

No I get try something

Mane I'm f**ked up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane my lucks up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane I'm dead broke

A ni**a gotta try something

Plus I'm out of d**e

No I get try something

I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head

Told the clerk this a robbery ni**a drop the bread

Then I ran like a b**ch when my folks was outside

So I jumped in the car

Mashed the gas start to ride

To the westside of Tennesse

Until I heard the news

Ni**a 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 ni**a

I didn't even wear a mask

I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play

My pusic valley are down and gonna spray

They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' for 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 gonrna all bring guns we gonnar all bring pain

Mane I'm f**ked up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane my lucks up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane I'm dead broke

A ni**a gotta try something

Plus I'm out of d**e

No I get try something

Mane I'm f**ked up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane my lucks up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane I'm dead broke

A ni**a gotta try something

Plus I'm out of d**e

No I get try something

You can do what ya do to keep ya a** in

It's C B and mane I ain't playin'

With pistol in my Mothar f**kin' right hand

I'm a stick it to ya body and start demandin'

Me mother f**kin' money out ya f**kin' pockets

Give me them rings and that f**kin' watchin' 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 b**ches

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

Mane I'm f**ked up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane my lucks up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane I'm dead broke

A ni**a gotta try something

Plus I'm out of d**e

No I get try something

Mane I'm f**ked up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane my lucks up

A ni**a gotta try something

Mane I'm dead broke

A ni**a gotta try something

Plus I'm out of d**e

No I get try something