Boy, its bout to get real scary up in here
you got the original break the laws up in here for you hos
three 6 mafia, project pat,weak n***** guard your grills, tuck your chains in
your shirts, its goin down break the law n****
Chorus: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 n****, who the f*** is say we playin
we just bout to kill yo a**, and its already planned
to many bullshit n***** done been off in my click
but i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some s***
i admit my click now is nothin but memphis best
but i had to delete alot of clowns in the process
f*** that s*** we keepin the b****** hot
cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot
haters mad on the town cause the n***** got it made
wanna rap their f***** songs but these junkies aint get paid
slammin do's pimpin ho's while ya limmiz in a daze
wanna step up in the club ill be glistlin with a glaze
i would let ya hit this crown but you b****** cant behave
i would let you hit this fire but you b****** smokin sage
better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave
when a n**** catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face
(Chorus)
Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a n**** fast
im kickin in some doors put a n**** on his a**
and if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag
a body f***** bag man i shoulda wore a mask
i stickin stickin move a body body bruise
i break the f***** law and i aint playin with ya fool
you got an attitude now watch me use my tool
i lock and f***** load and let the m********* loose (BLOOD)
i know this n**** who got punked out after every class
he was a b**** in school and now he told a gun and badge
put on a uniform and now he think hes super bad
man f*** you b**** you still can lay the rest under the grass
i do not give a f*** because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you
f***** with a slaughterer
b**** the police dont serve protect they buyin p****
and projects some n***** pay em off to sell their dope around the city
(Chorus)
Breakin laws glockin jaws rip in out and take a taste
you can smell my f***** nuts while this tone is in yo face
shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
im a leave you b****** dead cut a sunroof in yo head
do your stuff and get mugged when i shoot then i peel out
but before that happen im a tear your f***** grill out
b**** your business down till your covered in your own blood
shoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no f***** love
anyone ya n***** wanna get some i got some
blow they f***** a** off double barrelled shotgun
dont be comin my way, bodies stank like moth b****
swing an iron bat to your head like a golf ball
ride up on your a** then i let the luger speak
im the judge and the jury when i see you in the street
its the project n**** row ready man to kill a ho
put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow
(Chorus)
you got the original break the laws up in here for you hos
three 6 mafia, project pat,weak n***** guard your grills, tuck your chains in
your shirts, its goin down break the law n****
Chorus: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 n****, who the f*** is say we playin
we just bout to kill yo a**, and its already planned
to many bullshit n***** done been off in my click
but i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some s***
i admit my click now is nothin but memphis best
but i had to delete alot of clowns in the process
f*** that s*** we keepin the b****** hot
cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot
haters mad on the town cause the n***** got it made
wanna rap their f***** songs but these junkies aint get paid
slammin do's pimpin ho's while ya limmiz in a daze
wanna step up in the club ill be glistlin with a glaze
i would let ya hit this crown but you b****** cant behave
i would let you hit this fire but you b****** smokin sage
better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave
when a n**** catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face
(Chorus)
Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a n**** fast
im kickin in some doors put a n**** on his a**
and if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag
a body f***** bag man i shoulda wore a mask
i stickin stickin move a body body bruise
i break the f***** law and i aint playin with ya fool
you got an attitude now watch me use my tool
i lock and f***** load and let the m********* loose (BLOOD)
i know this n**** who got punked out after every class
he was a b**** in school and now he told a gun and badge
put on a uniform and now he think hes super bad
man f*** you b**** you still can lay the rest under the grass
i do not give a f*** because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you
f***** with a slaughterer
b**** the police dont serve protect they buyin p****
and projects some n***** pay em off to sell their dope around the city
(Chorus)
Breakin laws glockin jaws rip in out and take a taste
you can smell my f***** nuts while this tone is in yo face
shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
im a leave you b****** dead cut a sunroof in yo head
do your stuff and get mugged when i shoot then i peel out
but before that happen im a tear your f***** grill out
b**** your business down till your covered in your own blood
shoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no f***** love
anyone ya n***** wanna get some i got some
blow they f***** a** off double barrelled shotgun
dont be comin my way, bodies stank like moth b****
swing an iron bat to your head like a golf ball
ride up on your a** then i let the luger speak
im the judge and the jury when i see you in the street
its the project n**** row ready man to kill a ho
put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow
(Chorus)