AWA

Break Da Law 2001

Track byProject Pat

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  • 2001.02.27
  • 4:23
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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 niggaz guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts, its goin down break the law nigga 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 nigga, who the fuck is say we playin we just bout to kill yo ass, and its already planned to many bullshit niggaz done been off in my click but i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some shit i admit my click now is nothin but memphis best but i had to delete alot of clowns in the process fuck that shit we keepin the bitches hot cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot haters mad on the town cause the niggaz got it made wanna rap their fuckin 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 bitches cant behave i would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin sage better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave when a nigga catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face (Chorus) Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a nigga fast im kickin in some doors put a nigga on his ass and if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag a body fuckin bag man i shoulda wore a mask i stickin stickin move a body body bruise i break the fuckin law and i aint playin with ya fool you got an attitude now watch me use my tool i lock and fuckin load and let the mothafucka loose (BLOOD) i know this nigga who got punked out after every class he was a bitch in school and now he told a gun and badge put on a uniform and now he think hes super bad man fuck you bitch you still can lay the rest under the grass i do not give a fuck because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you fuckin with a slaughterer bitch the police dont serve protect they buyin pussy and projects some niggas 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 fuckin nuts while this tone is in yo face shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke im a leave you bitches 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 fuckin grill out bitch your business down till your covered in your own blood shoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no fuckin love anyone ya niggaz wanna get some i got some blow they fuckin ass 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 ass then i let the luger speak im the judge and the jury when i see you in the street its the project nigga row ready man to kill a ho put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow (Chorus)

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