Break da law 2001 lyrics

Artist  : Project pat 
Song : Break da law 2001
 
Boy, it’s 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, it’s goin down break the law nigga

Chorus:x4 break the law (we ain’t playin)
Break the law (we ain’t playin)
Break the law (we ain’t playin, we ain’t playin,
we ain’t playin)

Verse 1: we ain’t playin young nigga, who the
fuck is say we playin
We just bout to kill yo ass, and it’s 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 ain’t
in this spot
Haters mad on the town cause the niggaz got it
made
Wanna rap their fuckin songs but these junkies
ain’t 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 it’s 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 he’s 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 ain’t 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 he’s 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 don’t 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 I’m a tear your fuckin
grill out
Bitch your business down till your covered in
your own blood
Shoot a couple a rounds momma house ain’t 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)