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Break Da Law (Explicit)

Various, 3 6 Mafia21 Oct 2011

Break Da Law (Explicit) Lyrics

Break Da Law '95' - Three-6 Mafia

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

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Break da law break da law

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Ni**a recognize tha Triple 6 sh*t

It's so f**kin' thick

We gotta lay it down

We gotta spray

We gotta break ya b**ch

Comin' up stays on my mind

So we gotta drop a busta

A playa hatin' ni**a or a crooked cop

Run up

If ya wanna

It ain't 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

F**k 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 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 b**ch

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

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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

Pass me tha Glock so I can get buck

A mean frown stay on my face

Cuz I don't give a f**k

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

I'm stickin' up them tracks they boom

Shakin' like a mothaf**ka

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 killas up in my crew they take no sh*t

Niggas you better run

We bout it b**ch

No ni**a don't play

We roll with automatic guns

Step up with the hoe sh*t

Ni**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**ch out his shoes

Break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Break da law break da law

Southside Northside Westside Eastside

Southside Northside Westside Eastside

Southside Northside Westside Eastside

Southside Northside Westside Eastside

Get buck mothaf**ka Get Buck

Get buck mothaf**ka Get Buck

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