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* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV"
Boy, t`s about to get real scurry up in here You got the original Break Da Law`s up in here for you hoes Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts It`s goin down - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA!
1 - Break Da Law - we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin, we ain`t playin, we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin, we ain`t playin, we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin, we ain`t playin, we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin Break Da Law - we ain`t playin, we ain`t playin, we ain`t playin [Verse 1] We ain`t playing 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 lot 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] 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 wit a glaze I would let you hit this clown 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
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[Verse 3] See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a nigga fast I`m kicking in some doors, I`m puttin a nigga on his ass And if he talkin trash, I put him in a bag A body-fucking-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] 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 wit 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
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[Project Pat] Breakin laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste You can smell my fuckin nuts, while this tome is in yo face Shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke I`ma leave these bitches dead, cut a sunroof in your head You get stomped in yo mug, when I shoot, then I peel out Right before dat 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 niggaz 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 luga sweep I`m the judge and the jury when I see you in the street It`s da Project nigga roll, ready mane to kill a hoe Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger let it BLOWWW!
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