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Boy, its bout to get real scary up in here
you got the original break the laws up in here for you hos
three 6 mafia, project pat,weak guard your grills, tuck your chains in
your shirts, its goin down break the law nigg*
Chorus:x4 Break the Law (we aint playin)
Break the Law (we aint playin)
Break the Law (we aint playin, we aint playin, we aint playin)
Verse 1: we aint playin young nigg*, who the fk is say we playin
we just bout to kill yo ass, and its already planned
to many bulls**t done been off in my click
but i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some s**t
i admit my click now is nothin but memphis best
but i had to delete alot of clowns in the process
fk that s**t we keepin the girls hot
cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot
haters mad on the town cause the got it made
wanna rap their fkin songs but these junkies aint get paid
slammin do's pimpin ho's while ya limmiz in a daze
wanna step up in the club ill be glistlin with a glaze
i would let ya hit this crown but you girls cant behave
i would let you hit this fire but you girls smokin sage
better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave
when a nigg* catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face
(Chorus)
Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a nigg* fast
im kickin in some doors put a nigg* on his ass
and if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag
a body fkin bag man i shoulda wore a mask
i stickin stickin move a body body bruise
i break the fkin law and i aint playin with ya fool
you got an attitude now watch me use my tool
i lock and fkin load and let the mothafka loose (BLOOD)
i know this nigg* who got punked out after every class
he was a b*tch in school and now he told a gun and badge
put on a uniform and now he think hes super bad
man fk you b*tch you still can lay the rest under the grass
i do not give a fk because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you
fkin with a slaughterer
b*tch the police dont serve protect they buyin p*ssy
and projects some pay em off to sell their dope around the city
(Chorus)
Breakin laws glockin jaws rip in out and take a taste
you can smell my fkin nuts while this tone is in yo face
shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
im a leave you girls dead cut a sunroof in yo head
do your stuff and get mugged when i shoot then i peel out
but before that happen im a tear your fkin grill out
b*tch your business down till your covered in your own blood
shoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no fkin love
anyone ya wanna get some i got some
blow they fkin as* off double barrelled shotgun
dont be comin my way, bodies stank like moth balls
swing an iron bat to your head like a golf ball
ride up on your as* then i let the luger speak
im the judge and the jury when i see you in the street
its the project nigg* row ready man to kill a ho
put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow
(Chorus)