Break Da Law 2001 - Project Pat-three 6 Mafia Lyrics

Break Da Law 2001 - Project Pat-three 6 Mafia lyrics

* 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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