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***az guard your grills, tuck your chains in
Your shirts, its goin down break the law n***a
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***a, who the f** is say we playin
We just bout to k** yo a**, and its already planned
To many bullsh** n***az done been off in my click
But i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some sh**
I admit my click now is nothin but memphis best
But i had to delete alot of clowns in the process
f** that sh** we keepin the b**hes hot
Cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot
Haters mad on the town cause the n***az got it made
Wanna rap their f**in 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**hes cant behave
I would let you hit this fire but you b**hes smokin sage
Better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave
When a n***a catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face
(chorus)
Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a n***a fast
Im kickin in some doors put a n***a on his a**
And if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag
A body f**in bag man i shoulda wore a mask
I stickin stickin move a body body bruise
I break the f**in law and i aint playin with ya fool
You got an attitude now watch me use my tool
I lock and f**in load and let the mothaf**a loose (blood)
I know this n***a who got punked out after every cla**
He was a b**h 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**h you still can lay the rest under the gra**
I do not give a f** because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you
f**in with a slaughterer
b**h the police dont serve protect they buyin p**y
And projects some n***as 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**in nuts while this tone is in yo face
Shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
Im a leave you b**hes 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**in grill out
b**h your business down till your covered in your own blood
Shoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no f**in love
Anyone ya n***az wanna get some i got some
Blow they f**in a** off double barrelled shotgun
Dont be comin my way, bodies stank like moth balls
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***a row ready man to k** a ho
Put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow
(chorus)