* 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
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[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
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[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!
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