Three 6 Mafia - Break Da Law '95 lyrics

chorus Break da law, break da law... (dj paul) n***a recognize tha triple 6 sh** It's so f**in' thick We gotta lay it down We gotta spray We gotta break ya b**h Comin' up stays on my mind So we gotta drop a busta A playa hatin' n***a or a crooked cop Run up If ya wanna It aint no thang i put my gun up Midnight to sun up Still break you manne in that m Tha m-town n***as get buck non stop f** off and learn the real meanin of a plastic glock G gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em cuz i think hes bail L lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell O overnight we be rich when we touch the trick C catch him slippin' he's so soft do 'em in quick K k**as on my payroll i gotta stay straight 19 if us fear from work there's no need to trade Tha three 6 mafia real n***as know Slaw in memphis tennessee We down to break da law b**h.. Chorus Break da law, break da law... Comin up from the back buckin' n***as down Comin comin up from the back buckin' n***as down Comin up from the back buckin' n***as down Cause when you duck we hit you with the bat (dj paul) Pa** me tha glock so i can get buck A mean frown stay on my face cuz i dont give a f** Loced out afro And a big fila coat 14 carat gold Smile and a bone around my throat Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the looms For them n***as that trick it in Im stickin' up them tracks they boom Shakin' like a mothaf**a when i lock you down tight In tha chevy trunk with nothin' but nails to dig for yo life Fool it ain't no game you gotta die the devil sent me Six in yo chest who's next? No niceness in me Tha k**as up in my crew they take no sh** n***as you better run We bout it b**h No n***a dont play [we roll with automatic guns] Step up with the hoe sh** n***a we gotta close shop [juice on the bugler do a 9 leavin' you hoes to rott] Big cam with a punk Malekie with a attitude Smith & wesson in his hand Blowed tha b**h out his shoes Break da law Chorus (juicy "j") *repeat x4* Southside northside westside eastside Get buck mothaf**a get buck...