Break da law 2001 lyrics

Artist  : Funk master flex 
Song : Break da law 2001
 
feat. Project Pat + Three 6 Mafia

It's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original Break Da Law's up in here
for you hoe's
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains
in your shirts
It's going down - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA!

1 -     Break Da Law - we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing, 
we ain't playing, we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing, 
we ain't playing, we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing, 
we ain't playing, we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing
Break Da Law - we ain't playing, 
we ain't playing, we ain't playing

[Verse 1]
We ain't playing young nigga
Who the fuck I said we playing?
We just 'bout to kill your ass and it's already
planned
Too many bullshit niggas, duck
Been up in my click, but I spit them boys out
Cause they tasting like some shit
I admit my click, now, is but memphis best
But I had to delete a lot clowns in the process
Fuck that shit, we keeping them bitches hot
Cause we making them millions and they hairs make
niggas (?)

[Verse 2]
Niggas mad all the time cause a nigga got it made
 
Wanna ride they fucking soul but these chunky's
say they (?)
Slamming those, pimping hoes
While you (?) in the days
When I step up in the club I be glistin' whodie
pays
I would let you hit this clown nut you preachers
can't behave
I would let you hit this pot but you bitches
smoking safe
Better catch you with your clown
Cause you tip me from your grave
When a nigga catch a slippin' is that beam in
your face

Repeat 1

[Verse 3]
See I could hit a-hit a - stick a-stick a
Get a nigga fast, i'm kicking in some (?) putting
a nigga on his ass
And if he talking trash, I put him in a bag
A body-fucking-bag, man
I share no (?) man
A stick a-stick a who?
A body-body bruise
I break the fucking law and ain't playing with
you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tools
I locking fucking law and let that motherfucker
lose (Blaow!)

[Verse 4]
I know this nigga who got humped after every
class
He was a bitches (?) and now he told a
girl-n-bash
Put on a uniform and now he think he super bad
Man fuck your bitch you still get licked your
wrist under the grass
I do not give a fuck because you are a officer
I put you in your cop car sir
You fucking will slaughter her
So police don't serve protective
I get pussy in projects so niggas pay him off the
(?) around his way

Repeat 1