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Project Pat F/ Three 6 Mafia Miscellaneous Break Da Law 2001 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 |
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