Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Earl Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston
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Funkmaster FlexBreak Da Law 2001 (Featuring Project Pat & Three-Six Mafia) 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
Three 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 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
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'
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
(Blow)
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
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'
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 blow
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'
Lyrics: Break Da Law 2001 (Featuring Project Pat & Three-Six Mafia), Funkmaster Flex [end]
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