Project Pat - Break Da Law 2001 Lyrics

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*ck 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
F*ck 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*ckin 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 ass
And if he talkin trash, I put him in a bag
A body-f*cking-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask
I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruise
I break the f*ckin law and I ain't playin with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool
I lock and f*ckin load and let that motherf*cker loose (Blaow!)

[Verse 4]
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 f*ck your vest you still get laid to rest under the grass
I do not give a f*ck because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin sir you f*ckin 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

[Repeat 1]

[Project Pat]
Breakin laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my f*ckin 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*ckin 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*ckin love
And one of y'all niggaz wanna get some I got some
Blow they f*ckin 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 BLOWWW!

[Repeat 1]