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Three 6 Mafia & Project Pat - Last 2 Walk: Screwed and Chopped - Get Ya Rob (Screwed & Chopped)
Last 2 Walk: Screwed and Chopped
01. Intro (Screwed & Chopped)
02. I Told 'em (Screwed & Chopped)
03. I Got (Screwed & Chopped)
04. Trap Boom (Screwed & Chopped)
05. Playstation (Screwed & Chopped)
06. I'd Rather (Screwed & Chopped)
07. Rollin' (Screwed & Chopped)
08. Weed, Blow, Pills (Screwed & Chopped)
09. My Own Way (Screwed & Chopped)
10. DSX Talk (Screwed & Chopped)
11. That's Right (Screwed & Chopped)
12. Hood Star (Screwed & Chopped)
13. DJ Michael Watts (Interlude)
14. Get Ya Rob (Screwed & Chopped)
15. On Some Chrome (Screwed & Chopped)
16. Dirty Bitch (Screwed & Chopped)
17. Corner Man (Screwed & Chopped)
18. First 48 (Screwed & Chopped)
19. Click Bang (Screwed & Chopped)
20. Outro (Screwed & Chopped)
21. Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) (Screwed & Chopped)
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Raise 'em, raise 'em
Weezy, Jet J
Weezy, March Wild
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Raise 'em, raise 'em
Raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Raise 'em up, raise 'em

Flossin' on the town now (Get, get, get you off)
You be splurgin' all your cash up (Get, get, get you off)
Out here drinkin' with them rods out (Get, get, get you off)
Ain't breakin' bread with your dogs, now that'll get you robbed
Flossin' on the town now (Get, get, get you off)
You be splurgin' all your cash up (Get, get, get you off)
Out here drinkin' with them rods out (Get, get, get you off)
Ain't breakin' bread with your dogs, now that'll get you robbed

At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas
Project back in the Bay where we skeet from
Zill-Zill killers roll 'round here lookin' for some prey
Low key behind tinted windows

At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas
Project back in the Bay where we skeet from
Zill-Zill killers roll 'round here lookin' for some prey
Low key behind tinted windows

At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas
Project back in the Bay where we skeet from
Zill-Zill killers roll 'round here lookin' for some prey

Low key behind tinted windows with the blow face
Gold plates dirty, Ruger nine to his other spine
He don't wanna come up off the wallet, then I'll blow him
He done, he done blew my high so I had to blow his life up
Blew a, blew a few more lives just to send my conscience on its way

Blew a few more lives just to send my conscience on its way
Blew a few more lives just to send my conscience on its way
Plotted on some crime then I pulled up on a block
Like she had a bag of money, snatch the bag, let my gun pop
Skeeted off the lot, made a lick thinkin' it was luck
Bag full of shredded checks, cold blooded off

Flossin' on the town now (Get, get, get you off)
Splurgin' all your cash up (Get, get, get you off)
Drinkin' with them rods out (Get, get, get you off)
Ain't breakin' bread with your dogs, now that'll get you robbed
Flossin' on the town now (Get, get, get you off)
Splurgin' all your cash up (Get, get, get you off)
Drinkin' with them rods out (Get, get, get you off)
Ain't breakin' bread with your dogs, now that'll get you robbed

Yeah, what's happenin'?

I'm at this phone booth, tell me what you wanna do

Across the street from his dope house, I want the loot
And all the drugs, weed, rocks, quarter keys are a juice
I'm 'bout to go in with them guns out ready to shoot
The police ridin' down the block, hold up, hold up a second

They just patrollin', I need to get 'em
The time is now, I got my ski mask and gloves

I'll call you back in 'bout an hour with a blunt in the trunk
I'm runnin' 'cross the street (Street)
I'm sweatin' like a beast (Beast)
With chains on my hands (Hands)
And shackles on my feet (Feet)
My second robbery (Robbery)
My heart rate just increased (Increased)
I'm kickin' down the back door

Flossin' on the town now (Get, get, get you off)
Splurgin' all your cash up (Get, get, get you off)
Drinkin' with them rods out (Get, get, get you off)
Ain't breakin' bread with your dogs, now that'll get you robbed
Flossin' on the town now (Get, get, get you off)
Splurgin' all your cash up (Get, get, get you off)
Drinkin' with them rods out (Get, get, get you off)
Ain't breakin' bread with your dogs, now that'll get you robbed

Now don't show it if you ain't gon' show it
Fuck around and get this pistol cross your head

Now don't show it if you ain't gon' show it
Fuck around and get this pistol cross your head

Now don't show it if you ain't gon' show it
Fuck around and get this pistol cross your head
You better look like the hood when you roll through it
On fire, mucky ass leakin' red like grape fruit
Say we'll do it, my dogs mean as ditch dogs
When you say that we ain't comin' in our hood to bust your block
Make your car alarm go off soon as you step out
We comin' from the side of the house with them guns out