[Intro: DJ Paul]
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original "Break Da Law's" up in here, for you hoes
Three Six Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas, guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts
It's goin' down, BREAK THE LAW NIGGA!
[Chorus]
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We ain't playin' young nigga, who the fuck I said we playin'?
We just 'bout to kill yo' ass and it's already planned
Too many bullshit niggas done, been up in my click
But I spit them boys out, 'cause they tasting like some shit
I admit my click, now, is nothin but Memphis best
But I had to delete a lotta clowns in the process
Fuck that shit, we keepin' them bitches hot
'Cause we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Haters mad on the town 'cause a nigga got it made
Wanna rock they fuckin' songs, but these junkies ain't gettin paid
Slammin' doors, pimpin' hoes, while you lemons in a daze
When I step up in the club I be glistenin' with a glaze
I would let you hit this crown, but you bitches can't behave
I would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin' safe
Better catch up with yo' kind, 'cause you tip me from your grave
When a nigga catch you slippin' it's that beam in yo' face
[Chorus]
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a nigga fast
I'm kickin' in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass
And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag
A body-fuckin'-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask
I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruise
I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me, use my tool
I lock and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow)
[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
I know this nigga, who got punked out after every class
He was a bitch in school and now, he tote a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think, he super bad
Man, fuck your vest, you still get laid to rest, under the grass
I do not give a fuck because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin, sir, you fuckin' with a slaughterer
Some police don't serve protective, they bangin' pussy in projects
Some niggas pay him off, to sell they dope around his set
[Chorus]
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
[Verse 5: Project Pat]
Breakin' laws, Glock in draws, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my fuckin' nuts, while this tone is in yo' face
Shove the barrel down your throat
Inhale bullets like some smoke
I'ma leave you bitches dead
Cut a sunroof in your head
You get stomped in yo' mug, when I shoot, then I peel out
Right before that happen, I'ma tear yo' fuckin' grill out
Beat you bitches down, 'til you covered in your own blood
Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no fuckin' love
And one of y'all niggas wanna get some, I got some
Blow they fuckin' ass off, double barrel shotgun
Don't be comin' my way, bodys stank like moth-balls
Swing a iron bat to yo' head like a golf ball
Ride up on yo' ass, then I let the luger sweep
I'm the judge and the jury, when I see you in the street
It's the Project niggaro, ready mayne, to kill a hoe
Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger, let it blow
[Chorus]
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'
Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'
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