Three 6 Mafia - Break Da Law '95 Lyrics
ChorusBreak da law, break da law...(dj paul)Nigga recognize tha triple 6 shitIts so *****in thickWe gotta lay it downWe gotta sprayWe gotta break ya *****Comin up stays on my mindSo we gotta drop a bustaA playa hatin nigga or a crooked copRun upIf ya wannaIt aint no thang I put my gun upMidnight to sun upStill break you manne in that mTha m-townNiggas get buck non stop***** off and learn the real meanin of a plastic glockG gotta touch em gotta grab em cuz I think hes bailL lay em down no remorse come with me to hellO overnight we be rich when we touch the trickC catch him slippin hes so soft do em in quickK killas on my payroll I gotta stay straight19 if us fear from work theres no need to tradeTha three 6 mafia real niggas knowSlaw in memphis tennesseeWe down to break da law *****..ChorusBreak da law, break da law...Comin up from the back buckin niggas downComin comin up from the back buckin niggas downComin up from the back buckin niggas downCause when you duck we hit you with the bat(dj paul)Pass me tha glock so I can get buckA mean frown stay on my face cuz I dont give a *****Loced out afroAnd a big fila coat14 carat goldSmile and a bone around my throatGlock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the loomsFor them niggas that trick it inIm stickin up them tracks they boomShakin like a motha*****a when I lock you down tightIn tha chevy trunk with nothin but nails to dig for yo lifeFool it aint no game you gotta die the devil sent meSix in yo chest whos next?No niceness in meTha killas up in my crew they take no shitNiggas you better runWe bout it *****No nigga dont play[we roll with automatic guns]Step up with the hoe shitNigga we gotta close shop[juice on the bugler do a 9 leavin you hoes to rott]Big cam with a punkMalekie with a attitudeSmith & wesson in his handBlowed tha ***** out his shoesBreak da lawChorus(juicy j)*repeat x4*Southside northside westside eastsideGet buck motha*****a get buck...
