Текст песни Funkmaster Flex - Break Da Law 2001Project Pat/Three 6 Maf
Funkmaster Flex - Break Da Law 2001Project Pat/Three 6 Maf слова песни
* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV"Boy, t`s about to get real scurry up in hereYou got the original Break Da Law`s up in here for you hoesThree 6 Mafia, Project PatWeak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirtsIt`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 niggaWho the fuck I said we playin?We just `bout to kill yo` ass and it`s already plannedToo many bullshit niggas done, been up in my clickBut I spit them boys out, cause they tasting like some shitI admit my click, now, is nothin but Memphis bestBut I had to delete a lot clowns in the processFuck that shit, we keepin them bitches hotCause we making them millions and they hairs ain`t in the spot[Verse 2]Haters mad on the town cause a nigga got it madeWanna rock they fuckin songs but these junkies ain`t gettin paidSlammin doors, pimpin hoes, while you lemons in a dazeWhen I step up in the club I be glistenin wit a glazeI would let you hit this clown but you bitches can`t behaveI would let you hit this FIRE but you bitches smokin safeBetter catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from your graveWhen a nigga catch you slippin it`s that beam in yo` faceRepeat 1[Verse 3]See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a nigga fastI`m kicking in some doors, I`m puttin a nigga on his assAnd if he talkin trash, I put him in a bagA body-fucking-bag, man, I shoulda wore a maskI stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruiseI break the fuckin law and I ain`t playin with you foolsYou gotta attitude, now watch me use my toolI lock and fuckin load and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow!)[Verse 4]I know this nigga who got punked out after every classHe was a bitch in school and now he tote a gun and badgePut on a uniform and now he think he super badMan fuck your vest you still get laid to rest under the grassI do not give a fuck because you are a officerI put you in your coffin sir you fuckin wit a slaughtererSome police don`t serve protectiveThey bangin` pussy in projectsSome niggas pay him off to sell they dope around his setRepeat 1[Project Pat]Breakin laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a tasteYou can smell my fuckin nuts, while this tome is in yo faceShove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smokeI`ma leave these bitches dead, cut a sunroof in your headYou get stomped in yo mug, when I shoot, then I peel outRight before dat happen I`ma tear yo fuckin grill outBeat you bitches down `til you covered in your own bloodShoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain`t no fuckin loveAnd one of y`all niggaz wanna get some I got someBlow they fuckin ass off, double barrel shotgunDon`t be comin my way bodys stank like moth ballsSwing a iron bat to yo head like a golf ballRide up on yo ass then I let the luga sweepI`m the judge and the jury when I see you in the streetIt`s da Project nigga roll, ready mane to kill a hoePut the thang to you head squeeze the trigger let it BLOWWW!Repeat 1