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Break Da Law '95 Lyrics - Mystic Stylez - Three 6 Mafia

Chorus 

Break da law break da law... 

 

(DJ Paul) 

Nigga recognize them Triple 6 shit 

It's so fuckin' thick 

We gotta lay it down 

We gotta spray 

We gotta break ya bitch 

Comin' up stays on my mind 

So we gotta drop a busta 

A playa hatin' nigga 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 

Niggas get buck Non stop 

fuck off and learn the real meanin of a plastic Glock 

G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em 'cause I think hes bailin 

L Lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell 

O Overnight we be rich when we tell the trick 

C Catch ya slippin' he's so soft do a man quick 

K Killas on my payroll I gotta stay straight 

19 If us fear from work there's no need to trade 

Tha Three 6 Mafia real niggas know 

Slaw in Memphis Tennessee 

We down to break da law bitch.. 

 

Chorus 

Break da law, break da law... 

Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down 

Comin comin up from the back buckin' niggas down 

Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down 

Cause when you duck we hit you with the bat 

 

(DJ Paul) 

Pass me tha Glock so I can get buck 

A mean frown stay on my face 'cause I dont give a fuck 

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 niggas that trick it in 

Im stickin' up them tracks they boom 

Shakin' like a mothafucka when I lock you down tight 

In tha Chevy trunk with nothin' but next 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 killas up in my crew they take no shit 

Niggas you better run 

We bout it bitch 

No nigga dont play 

[We roll with automatic guns] 

Step up with the hoe shit 

Nigga 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 bitch out his shoes 

Break da law 

 

Chorus 

 

(Juicy "J") 

*repeat x4* 

Southside Northside Westside Eastside 

 

Get buck mothafucka Get Buck...