Da Mafia 6ix - Break Da Law lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yea, Mafia 6ix Callin' all the motherf**in' thugs, in the motherf**in' club To the motherf**in' dance floor We 'bout to turn up Where the c**aine at, where the the weed at? Where the liquor at, where that drank at? Like we always do about this time Crack a n***a in his motherf**in' face, break da law! [Hook:] Break Da Law (16x) [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Run up, if you wanna It ain't no thang I put my gun up I start to hunt 'em Mask on my face, I roll that dollar I'm catching drains Blow the whole thing, prepare for drama A fourty Glock they howling for they mama b**h I started breakin' the law 94, 95 Now it's 20-13, and I'm still on the lines Still be hittin' up them lines Making million dollar digits Got these b**hes mad on me Cause they n***as ain't get it Break da law! [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] First I catch a n***a slippin' in the dark Black f**ing mask, black f**ing Glock Black f**in' hood, 'bout to put in work Put this n***a body off in some dirt I put this n***a body parts off in the trunk Playn with a bomb, but I'mma hit 'em with the pump Crunchy ain't no hoe, thought you knew that chump Hit 'em like I hi 'em when I get my money Mafia 6ix b**h! [Hook:] [Verse 3: Gangsta Boo] Time for me to act like a psychopathic lunatic f** all that corrupted system cause I be so with the sh** Everytime I think about my brother Eric I get sick Cause he's doin' a whole lot time in jail Cause he didn't robbed the b**h Got my mask on face, I roll up in the Rover Smoking, drinking cause I'm grown Doing this sh** on my own I ain't saying sh**, if you want some info I ain't the b**h I'mma break the law because to me the system ain't sh** [Hook:] [Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca ] One more time, you hate my fam You gonna die, I tell you man (?) is running low You gon' make it home, I know D-R-E-A-A, many hoes down this how I get payed Loved my school and a rack Ever since a kid, b**h, I had crazy tracks [Verse 5: Lord Infamous] Kami Kaze milli ill k**a with s**appeal Navy Seal monster, Unabomber, Oklahoma Columbine, it's Lord Osama Open up your chest and I puncture yo damn lungs If a n***a get wrong, then a n***a getting hung Cause you're not a n***a tongue, s** the barrel of my gun Break the Law, Scarecrow, raw bodies on the lunch Smack the skin off your face and it's sticking to my palm n***as droppin' like Saigon hit with napalm