Break Da Law 2001 - Project Pat/Three 6 Mafia

* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" 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 f**k I said we playin? We just 'bout to kill yo' a*s 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 f**k 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 f**kin 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 a*s And if he talkin trash, I put him in a bag A body-f**king-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruise I break the f**kin law and I ain't playin with you fools You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool I lock and f**kin load and let that motherf**ker loose (Blaow!) [Verse 4] I know this nigga who got punked out after every cla*s 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 f**k your vest you still get laid to rest under the gra*s I do not give a f**k because you are a officer I put you in your coffin sir you f**kin wit a slaughterer Some police don't serve protective They bangin' pus*y 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 f**kin 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 f**kin grill out Beat you bitches down 'til you covered in your own blood Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no f**kin love And one of y'all niggaz wanna get some I got some Blow they f**kin a*s 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 a*s 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