Break Da Law (Explicit) Lyrics
Break Da Law '95' - Three-6 Mafia
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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
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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
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Get buck mothaf**ka Get Buck
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