Project Pat, Three 6 Mafia - Break Da Law 2001 lyrics

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
3 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas guard your grills
Tuck your chains in your shirts
It's goin' down - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA!

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'

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

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 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

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)

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

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 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'mma 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 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 ho
Put the thang to you head squeeze
The trigger let it BLOWWW!