Текст песни Indo G f DJ Paul, Juicy "J", T-Rock - Break Da Law `98
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Aaahh yeah, its 98...(yall know what time it is)Couldnt wait... Tre Posse,Prophet Posse, Break The Law Neega!!Kill, Kill, Murder, MurderKill, Kill, Murder, MurderKill, Kill, Murder, MurderKill, Kill, Murder, MurderKill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, MurderKill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, MurderKill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, MurderKill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, MurderDJ Paul:Haters step up to me haha they wanna get someThose foos off cane, so uh you know the outcomeNiggas I killin, them fuckin skulls I peel`emIm rollin with the double 4, niggas with holes I fill`emDont try and test me muthaphukka when Im full of them drugsIts the after party bitch watch ya body get druggedYou niggas wanna get dirty nigga we can do dirtEducatin ya mind, the bullets startin to hurtNow when its on nigga its on Ill jack you up Look at my business (come on come on) ?? We`ll have to jack you upCrunchy Blac in the back "Foo where ya been?"Pullin on his fuckin mask and handed me the Mac-10Them niggas still puffin and they comin fast as ever I got my backup niggas with Larry and Darnell They in the same bitch, with the 2 SK double clipMess around, bust rounds, split them niggas at the hipBREAK THE LAW NIGGA!!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, 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....Indo G:I hit the corner, marijuanna, bumpin nothin but P-I-M-P-I-N-G- Niggas, smokin on that light greenIts whatever muthaphukka nuts, full of venomNiggas think they can touch me, just sin`em Im all up in`emMo since a mufuka got they eyes on my shit Old cornbread, ex-mammy, nappy haired bitchSee aint no bitch in my blood, nigga nuthin but thugRemember being intoxicated nigga liquor and drugIt take a whole lotta shit to make me mad hoeTryin to see, wanna peep, muthaphukka? What you lookin for?I snap crackle and pop yo ass to the fuckin block Bleedin everywhere, got popped by my 9-Glock??? thats the way it goes, hoesNiggas got forgot my back, mafioso till I goBreak the law for the `cause, just fuck the lawsInfared to they badge, got them shittin in they drawers... 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, 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....Juicy "J":You know the time is to get short now Im reachin for the vault Got them clothes that match the night And the things they call the "Yalls"Here some niggas know im crowded if you dont talkThen you get some but ill be quick to pull and blastAnd leave your body for the chalk Never talk is what you told me, homies all up in ya bizzSpread the word on where you live, and all the shit a nigga didYo I aint did no fuckin dirt, I hope nobodys in the trunk I shipped some keys over seas, might have flower mixed with funkI call the police, 9-1-1, "Theres been a murder on my set"When they pull up on the set we pop them thangs and then we jetOn the low is how I keep it, if you want yo blood to spillRun yo mouth off in the streets and pull yo gun and shoot to killIf you real, if you realla then a muthaphukkin gang On the block is where you hang, throw them muthaphukkin thangsNigga, tryin not to forget, slangin rocks or pushin wieght Ghetto niggas from the street, aint no law that we cant break!T-Rock:Uh since the drama administered, we lost tradersAnd havin pistols smoke vapors, grab yo pen and papersATL no breakers, disrespect ya chatter got you anatomy batteredDissapearence of your ligaments, my violent souljahs (?????)Killed Jesus first, now the gangsta and redrumSeveral bulletts through fakers, pranksters yet picture paintersDecaturs leavin ya digimistic, man thats used for smokin victimsThats trickin moe ruthless cracker than 19-60!!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, 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....