The Law

I got the ones that are crazy type fly The bass'll make you sick And put a tear in your eye The bass'll make you sick And put a tear in your eye Them motherfuckers, still tryin' to catch me Let me break down, down the law Them motherfuckers, still tryin' to catch me I can I will I must You can't just say you want it It's true, just say it What separates you from everybody else Is that when it's time to hunt You ready to hunt It's showtime When the sun comes up... When the sun comes up You got all the books You got all the tapes You got all the access Now it's time to hunt Let me break down, down the law The bass'll make you sick And put a tear in your eye Them motherfuckers, still tryin' to catch me Grip when I flip Enough lip on the corners Cold heartedly attacking the wackin' I can swing the flavour on the old school tracking You know that I'm shakin' 'n' bakin' 'n' fakin' on this With steady pace on the assist