Project Pat - Break Da Law 2001 lyrics

boy, its bout to get real scary up in here You got the original break the laws up in here for you hos Three 6 mafia, project pat,weak n***az guard your grills, tuck your chains in Your shirts, its goin down break the law n***a Chorus:x4 break the law (we aint playin) Break the law (we aint playin) Break the law (we aint playin, we aint playin, we aint playin) Verse 1: we aint playin young n***a, who the f** is say we playin We just bout to k** yo a**, and its already planned To many bullsh** n***az done been off in my click But i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some sh** I admit my click now is nothin but memphis best But i had to delete alot of clowns in the process f** that sh** we keepin the b**hes hot Cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot Haters mad on the town cause the n***az got it made Wanna rap their f**in songs but these junkies aint get paid Slammin do's pimpin ho's while ya limmiz in a daze Wanna step up in the club ill be glistlin with a glaze I would let ya hit this crown but you b**hes cant behave I would let you hit this fire but you b**hes smokin sage Better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave When a n***a catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face (chorus) Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a n***a fast Im kickin in some doors put a n***a on his a** And if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag A body f**in bag man i shoulda wore a mask I stickin stickin move a body body bruise I break the f**in law and i aint playin with ya fool You got an attitude now watch me use my tool I lock and f**in load and let the mothaf**a loose (blood) I know this n***a who got punked out after every cla** He was a b**h in school and now he told a gun and badge Put on a uniform and now he think hes super bad Man f** you b**h you still can lay the rest under the gra** I do not give a f** because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you f**in with a slaughterer b**h the police dont serve protect they buyin p**y And projects some n***as pay em off to sell their dope around the city (chorus) Breakin laws glockin jaws rip in 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 Im a leave you b**hes dead cut a sunroof in yo head Do your stuff and get mugged when i shoot then i peel out But before that happen im a tear your f**in grill out b**h your business down till your covered in your own blood Shoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no f**in love Anyone ya n***az wanna get some i got some Blow they f**in a** off double barrelled shotgun Dont be comin my way, bodies stank like moth balls Swing an iron bat to your head like a golf ball Ride up on your a** then i let the luger speak Im the judge and the jury when i see you in the street Its the project n***a row ready man to k** a ho Put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow (chorus)