* 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
Repeat 1
[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
Repeat 1
[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!
Repeat 1
