Chorus
Break da law break da law...
(DJ Paul)
n***a recognize them Triple 6 sh**
It's so f**in' thick
We gotta lay it down
We gotta spray
We gotta break ya b**h
Comin' up stays on my mind
So we gotta drop a busta
A playa hatin' n***a or a crooked cop
Run up
If ya wanna
It ain't no thang I put my gun up
Midnight to sun up
Still break you manne in that M
Tha M Town
n***as get buck Non stop
f** off and learn the real meanin of a plastic Glock
G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em 'cause I think hes bailin
L Lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell
O Overnight we be rich when we tell the trick
C Catch ya slippin' he's so soft do a man quick
K k**as on my payroll I gotta stay straight
19 If us fear from work there's no need to trade
Tha Three 6 Mafia real n***as know
Slaw in Memphis Tennessee
We down to break da law b**h..
Chorus
Break da law, break da law...
Comin up from the back buckin' n***as down
Comin comin up from the back buckin' n***as down
Comin up from the back buckin' n***as down
Cause when you duck we hit you with the bat
(DJ Paul)
Pa** me tha Glock so I can get buck
A mean frown stay on my face 'cause I dont give a f**
Loced out afro
And a big Fila coat
14 carat gold
Smile and a bone around my throat
Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the looms
For them n***as that trick it in
Im stickin' up them tracks they boom
Shakin' like a mothaf**a when I lock you down tight
In tha Chevy trunk with nothin' but next to dig for yo life
Fool it ain't no game you gotta die the devil sent me
Six in yo chest who's next?
No niceness in me
Tha k**as up in my crew they take no sh**
n***as you better run
We bout it b**h
No n***a dont play
[We roll with automatic guns]
Step up with the hoe sh**
n***a we gotta close shop
[Juice on the bugler do a 9 leavin' you hoes to rott]
Big cam with a punk
Malekie with a attitude
Smith & Wesson in his hand
Blowed tha b**h out his shoes
Break da law
Chorus
(Juicy "J")
*repeat x4*
Southside Northside Westside Eastside
Get buck mothaf**a Get Buck...