Break Da Law 2001 - Project Pat/three 6 Mafia Lyrics - Singles - Funkmaster Flex

* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" 

Boy, t's about to get real scurry up in here 

You got the original Break Da Law's up in here for you hoes 

Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat 

Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts 

It's goin down - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA! 

1 - Break Da Law - we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin, 

we ain't playin, we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin, 

we ain't playin, we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin, 

we ain't playin, we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin 

Break Da Law - we ain't playin, 

we ain't playin, we ain't playin 

[Verse 1] 

We ain't playing young nigga 

Who the fuck I said we playin? 

We just 'bout to kill yo' ass and it's already planned 

Too many bullshit niggas done, been up in my click 

But I spit them boys out, cause they tasting like some shit 

I admit my click, now, is nothin but Memphis best 

But I had to delete a lot clowns in the process 

Fuck that shit, we keepin them bitches hot 

Cause we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot 

[Verse 2] 

Haters mad on the town cause a nigga got it made 

Wanna rock they fuckin songs but these junkies ain't gettin paid 

Slammin doors, pimpin hoes, while you lemons in a daze 

When I step up in the club I be glistenin wit a glaze 

I would let you hit this clown but you bitches can't behave 

I would let you hit this FIRE but you bitches smokin safe 

Better catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from your grave 

When a nigga catch you slippin it's that beam in yo' 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 doors, I'm puttin a nigga on his ass 

And if he talkin trash, I put him in a bag 

A body-fucking-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask 

I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruise 

I break the fuckin law and I ain't playin with you fools 

You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool 

I lock and fuckin load and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow!) 

[Verse 4] 

I know this nigga who got punked out after every class 

He was a bitch in school and now he tote a gun and badge 

Put on a uniform and now he think he super bad 

Man fuck your vest you still get laid to rest under the grass 

I do not give a fuck because you are a officer 

I put you in your coffin sir you fuckin wit a slaughterer 

Some police don't serve protective 

They bangin' pussy in projects 

Some niggas pay him off to sell they dope around his set 

Repeat 1 

[Project Pat] 

Breakin laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste 

You can smell my fuckin nuts, while this tome is in yo face 

Shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke 

I'ma leave these bitches dead, cut a sunroof in your head 

You get stomped in yo mug, when I shoot, then I peel out 

Right before dat happen I'ma tear yo fuckin grill out 

Beat you bitches down 'til you covered in your own blood 

Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no fuckin love 

And one of y'all niggaz wanna get some I got some 

Blow they fuckin ass off, double barrel shotgun 

Don't be comin my way bodys stank like moth balls 

Swing a iron bat to yo head like a golf ball 

Ride up on yo ass then I let the luga sweep 

I'm the judge and the jury when I see you in the street 

It's da Project nigga roll, ready mane to kill a hoe 

Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger let it BLOWWW! 

Repeat 1