Break Da Law 2001

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here You got the original "Break Da Law's" up in here, for you hoes Three Six Mafia, Project Pat Weak niggas, guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts It's goin' down - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA! [Chorus] 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: DJ Paul] We ain't playin' young nigga Who the fuck 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 lotta clowns in the process Fuck that shit, we keepin' them bitches hot Cause we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot [Verse 2: Juicy J] Haters mad on the town cause a nigga got it made Wanna rock they fuckin 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 crown, 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 [Chorus] 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 3: Crunchy Black] See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a nigga fast I'm kickin' in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag A body-fuckin'-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruise I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools You gotta attitude, now watch me, use my tool I lock and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow) [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] 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, fuck your vest, you still get laid to rest, under the grass I do not give a fuck because you are a officer I put you in your coffin, sir, you fuckin' with 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 [Chorus] 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 5: Project Pat] Breakin laws, Glock in draws, whip it out and take a taste You can smell my fuckin' nuts, while this tone is in yo' face Shove the barrel down your throat Inhale bullets like some smoke I'ma leave you bitches dead, cut a sunroof in your head You get stomped in yo' mug, when I shoot, then I peel out Right before that happen, I'ma tear yo' fuckin' grill out Beat you bitches down, 'til you covered in your own blood Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no fuckin' love And one of y'all niggas wanna get some, I got some Blow they fuckin' 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 luger sweep I'm the judge and the jury, when I see you in the street It's the Project niggaro, ready mane, to kill a ho Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger, let it blow [Chorus] 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'