Crunchy Black - Break Da Law 2001 lyrics

* 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 n***as guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts It's goin down - BREAK DA LAW ni**a! [Hook] 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: D.J. Paul] We ain't playing young n***a Who the f** I said we playin? We just 'bout to k** yo' a** and it's already planned Too many bullsh** n***as done, been up in my click But I spit them boys out, cause they tasting like some sh** I admit my click, now, is nothin but Memphis best But I had to delete a lot clowns in the process f** that sh**, we keepin them b**hes 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 n***a got it made Wanna rock they f**in 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 b**hes can't behave I would let you hit this FIRE but you b**hes smokin safe Better catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from your grave When a n***a catch you slippin it's that beam in yo' face Repeat 1 [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a n***a fast I'm kicking in some doors, I'm puttin a n***a on his a** And if he talkin trash, I put him in a bag A body-f**ing-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruise I break the f**in law and I ain't playin with you fools You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool I lock and f**in load and let that motherf**er loose (Blaow!) [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] I know this n***a who got punked out after every cla** He was a b**h in school and now he tote a gun and badge Put on a uniform and now he think he super bad Man f** your vest you still get laid to rest under the gra** I do not give a f** because you are a officer I put you in your coffin sir you f**in wit a slaughterer Some police don't serve protective They bangin' p**y in projects Some n***as pay him off to sell they dope around his set Repeat 1 [Verse 5: Project Pat] Breakin laws, Glock in draws, whip it 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 I'ma leave these b**hes 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'mma tear yo f**in grill out Beat you b**hes down 'til you covered in your own blood Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no f**in love And one of y'all n***as wanna get some I got some Blow they f**in a** 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** then I let the luga sweep I'm the judge and the jury when I see you in the street It's da Project n***a roll, ready mane to k** a ho Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger let it BLOWWW! Repeat 1