Layin da smackdown lyrics

Artist  : Project pat 
Song : Layin da smackdown
 
 fEAT. DJ Paul, Juicy 'J'

[Hook 1] 2x
Northside hoe, Southside hoe
Eastside hoe, Westside hoe

[Chorus] 2x
Where dem gang, gang signs (show ya golds, show
ya golds)
Where dem hood, hood signs (throw some 'bows,
throw some 'bows)

[DJ Paul]
It's the return of the gangsta û like my niggas
OutKast
Smokin' on the dank-a û shut ya mouth, I might
pass
Niggas off the heezy, fuck all at the fuckin' bar
On the floor or in the parking lot they throw it
out the car
If they throw the wrong sign û niggas better
handle it
Fuck goin' outside û right here you gettin' wet
I'm glad for this here, all I know is this here
And you thinkin' I'ma let you disrespect this
shit here
Before I blow a nigga ass off û him and his hoe
Ready to rob me a bitch and get the fuck out the
do'
This shit is real dumb nigga, who fucka say we
playin'
Boy you in the wrong land, fuckin' wit a grown
man
It's: 'MAFIA, MAFIA' from the beginning into
ending
While you grinnin' I whoop yo ass, bitch in one
inning
You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy
You heard my sign now won't you show me what you
claim boy

[Chorus] 4x

[Juicy J]
We up all night, we smokin' that shit
Somebody run they mouth and then we bop on the
bitch
They called us niggas, we run in packs
Some playa hate this skin because the color is
black
We sag our jeans, the ride be clean
Them twanky-twin-twins make them rims be mean
We bracing ahead, we trust in the lead
The fool we don't like is police and the Fed.'s
 
And if you violate û get that tone to the head
And if ya girl approach us û we'll see her in bed
I'll probably own her flick 'cause she ain't
nothin' to us
A neighborhood chewer-hut, hoodrat, slut
We people on the left û and we folks on the right
We throwin' up them thangs û and we startin' them
fights
The swinging we be doin' is a ugly site
We sleep in the morning and we come out at night

[Chorus] 4x

[Project Pat]
Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the
pen
From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the
Gin
You can win if you squeeze first û hollow points
disperse
You may leave in an ambulance or inside a hearse
Niggas curse when they get caught, then they go
to jail
Took a purse with the gold watch û but I can't
make bail
Yeah its sad, but I did the crime, I except the
time
Just another broke hood nigga û cheese up on my
mind
Grab the nine, wanna make change
Suckers lay it down, Project Pat and them Three 6
niggas who get down
'Bout that loot, let the bullets shoot û get
across your grill
I'm a North Memphis dinner thief û all about a
meal
And I will still retaliate, all you ones that
hate
I'm a rider for Hypnotize, move or wrapped in
tape
A survivor so realize, catchin' you on late
In the bushes don't be surprise, you gon' meet
your fate

[Chorus] 4x

[Hook 2] 2x
...show ya golds, show ya golds
...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows
...show ya golds, show ya golds
...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows