Project Pat - Break Da Law 2001 Lyrics
Boy, its bout to get real scary up in hereYou got the original break the laws up in here for you hosThree 6 mafia, project pat,weak niggaz guard your grills, tuck your chains inYour shirts, its goin down break the law niggaChorus: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 nigga, who the ***** is say we playinWe just bout to kill yo ass, and its already plannedTo many bullshit niggaz done been off in my clickBut I spit them boys out cause they tastin like some shitI admit my click now is nothin but memphis bestBut I had to delete alot of clowns in the process***** that shit we keepin the *****es hotCause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spotHaters mad on the town cause the niggaz got it madeWanna rap their *****in songs but these junkies aint get paidSlammin dos pimpin hos while ya limmiz in a dazeWanna step up in the club ill be glistlin with a glazeI would let ya hit this crown but you *****es cant behaveI would let you hit this fire but you *****es smokin sageBetter catch up with your clan cause you took me from your graveWhen a nigga catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face(chorus)Verse 2: see I can hita hita sticka sticka get a nigga fastIm kickin in some doors put a nigga on his assAnd if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bagA body *****in bag man I shoulda wore a maskI stickin stickin move a body body bruiseI break the *****in law and I aint playin with ya foolYou got an attitude now watch me use my toolI lock and *****in load and let the motha*****a loose (blood)I know this nigga who got punked out after every classHe was a ***** in school and now he told a gun and badgePut on a uniform and now he think hes super badMan ***** you ***** you still can lay the rest under the grassI do not give a ***** because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you*****in with a slaughterer***** the police dont serve protect they buyin *****And projects some niggas pay em off to sell their dope around the city(chorus)Breakin laws glockin jaws rip in out and take a tasteYou can smell my *****in nuts while this tone is in yo faceShove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smokeIm a leave you *****es dead cut a sunroof in yo headDo your stuff and get mugged when I shoot then I peel outBut before that happen Im a tear your *****in grill out***** your business down till your covered in your own bloodShoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no *****in loveAnyone ya niggaz wanna get some I got someBlow they *****in ass off double barrelled shotgunDont be comin my way, bodies stank like moth ballsSwing an iron bat to your head like a golf ballRide up on your ass then I let the luger speakIm the judge and the jury when I see you in the streetIts the project nigga row ready man to kill a hoPut the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow(chorus)
